Go perfect into peace,
Peace mighty-majestic and molded, mounted
Upon the satin whipped waves of the heavens.
Roam in orchards of twilit apples, and
Drawn by a million vermillion stallions,
Shadow dappled across the fields of legend—
Go perfect into peace.
Go perfect into peace,
Grave and golden,
Free of fiery fury.
Bathed in the glowing tears of dawn,
Night-washed, night webbed—
Go perfect into peace.
By Peter Kelso
Age 11
Australia

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