With positions on both hills, two soldiers

used to fight on both sides of the river,

In the dark, with their dusty hands

both used to light few cigarettes.

They both used to dream peace and a home, 

bunch of kids and yard with no fence.

One day, the war came to its end.

The treaty was signed. They left 

the bloody land planted with mines.

In a foreign place, they cleaned the minds.

Their wounds healed with time. Today,

two neighbors play chess under a huge olive tree.

They admire their kids. On the place with no fence

peace really exists and the two soldiers already know this.

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By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States