In peace / Blogs, Poetry / By Hanaa Soliman PeaceIs such A cliché EveryoneWants peaceIn some formOr another PeaceIs to get peopleOff your backOr keep them hummingIn close proximityWhile you sleep Peace Is a hutUp on a mountainAn apartmentRight by the supermarketA houseNext toAncestral homes Peace Is silenceBeeping messagesFrom loved onesThe right musicAt the right time Peace Is The fulfilmentOf wishesThe returnOf the travellerThe endOf trying PeaceIsWhen Every momentIsA giftAnd ICeaseTo resentAnd resist Peace Is One BreathUnobstructedBy the anticipation Of theNext PeaceUntanglesResolvesAnd when NothingElseIs leftIt Is Hanaa Soliman