Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I remember the name. My eyes were drawn to the colors. A white bird draped in blue with a round circle with a blue hole perched on its wings. I remember the name, Peace. They say it stood for peace. The bird seemed to sing with ease. The skies looked on with glee. Believing in the color blue. Here was a man who stood for peace. A bird too. His name on the lips of those who know, feels everlasting. The skies too, and their eternal blow. Everyone should be known for one thing or two. My own, talking and dreams. But if I could do it all over and speak with ease, like the man and bird draped in blue, I would say peace these days sweeps my heart. Peace and Dreams. They say those who rest, those who do so with ease, will find their hearts at peace, their dreams, too next to blue rivers, where birds, like people, look on with ease.