I lay on the grass
And look at the sky
I look at the blue sky
That shines with its unique and beautiful lights
Then I close my eyes and pretend I fly,
with a freedom
I like to call itself the "wonderful life"
While I'm in the air,
I feel this warm and peaceful breeze
Flying against my face
And it brings me nothing else other than a warm embrace
When I open my eyes,
There ain't no embrace,
Cause the peace I felt
While I flew, died along with
the blue of the sky
Cause now that we're back in reality,
Instead of laying in the green grass,
We lay on the dirty and bloody soil
And the fresh air breeze I said I felt,
Is nothing else other than the black and grey smoke that comes out from the bombs in wars
And It makes me wonder,
Why people act like horrible and mean creatures Instead of being the lovely and kind organisms we were born to be?
Cause we can clearly see that the hate, won the battle against the good in the planet earth,
And yet,
the worst of all is that There's not a single chance of us to have a great and wonderful life,
Because the world in which we are living in,
Is an inhumane and horrible place that has nothing else other than
Meaningful Bloody wars.
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The power of poetry
PoetryHeyyy, so these are poems I wrote myself. I am used to write whenever I'm bored, due to the fact that writing is my passion, not to mention how much I love poetry So here I leave you some of my work, I am just longing for you to be related to so...
