The Flag of France

I painted on my nails today

Unconcious, unaware

The strokes of red and white and blue
Of which I now shall share

The story of these shiny lines

Few testers from the store

Did mark my nail, yet stirred my mind

With questions, thoughts and more

And so I thought, how come these lines

Of red and white and blue

Connected side by side, became

The flag of France, so true

How come the warmth of red could stand

The freezing cold of blue?

How come the simple stroke of white

Could build bonds between the two?

I asked myself beyond my thoughts;

If red and blue could bind;

Then there should be a chance for peace,

The freedom of mankind.

But would we ever learn from red;

The blood that's spilled in wars?

Or maybe from the rose of love;

What every girl adores.

I tried to answer once again,

The questions of my mind

A circle made, a circle gone,

No answers did I find

And then I knew, I felt it too

Deep within my heart

A place for peace, a place for love

Would only, only start

When human kind began to see

That life's not black and white;

Appreciate, life's colourful,

Yet from the one and same sunlight

So take a breath, a moment, two

Exhale it in, not out

Your hand shall reach across the white

From red to blue no doubt

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