Détente

We...
You and I.
Have come to see,
Eye to eye.
Cleared are the clouds,
From misunderstandings allowed.
Détente did not come easy.
No sullen breeze,
Was this with it...
When that came!

We...
You and I,
Have come to see,
A shame we both came to claim,
To disperse and dispel...
The hell that kept us blinded!
In mindsets now left behind.

We...
You and I,
Know this détente,
Brings goodwill!
We share to give,
And this does us well.
To feel it be fulfilled
To grow and explore...
Together,
This life we live!
Letting a détente,
To flow between us as it is!
And free us of negative,
Stagnating ills that kill.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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