Peace will not begin with fireworks - but with silence,
Where there will be no sirens, only steady breathing.
Not with parades, but with the first time a child
Does not flinch at thunder - because it is only thunder.
Peace is when a grandmother knits socks again,
And does not hide bread for a rainy day.
And when the birds return - not the drones,
But the real ones, those that bring the spring.
Peace is when someone says, with tears, for the first time:
"I feel alive again."
Manifesto of Peace
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