In peace it glides, with wings so pure, a gentle emblem, soft and sure. In olive branches, tales are spun, its mission clear, yet wars are won.

I babble over stony ground And wander under leaf and star Swap tail for M and sweep around A book that caught a single R No spine, no page, no inky nook Just slide an R inside a book

Not quite a city, yet more than a street, Where roads intertwine and neighbors all meet. I hold shops and homes, yet still feel small, A name for a place that gathers them all.

I'm with you but you'll never see I hold you up when burdens grow A traitor's blade was meant for me I break beneath the heaviest blow I left this game, I was away So what am I? Go on, just say

Not a trick, not pretend, nor some imagined deal, I'm what your senses prove and what your heart can feel. I stop the question 'Is this true or surreal?' Name me in one short word