my Poetry

                          Peace age .war age

                  many many years ago

                  there is a countryside

                  everyone have a sweet dream

                  Child have a apple

                  Guys have a sweet others

                  father qo to farmland

                  mother made  delicious food

                  Old be fast asleep

                  day and day

                  day after day

                  evverything is sweet!

                  long time has gone

                  one day

                  war break

                  i don't know why do it

                  The dead

                  Hurt person

                  the Ruin

                  Dream has break