my+poetry

 Peaceful:​

Peaceful is the colour of a sunny day. It tastes like cotton candy softly melting in your mouth. It smells like the air guiding me through my peacefulness. It sounds like brids chriping on a spring day. It looks like crystals falling from the clouds. It feels like a violin holding a steady beat. Peaceful is a quite day at home all by your self.



War:

War is dark grey. It tastes like a rotton apple. It smells like burned houses and burned shops. It sounds like the screams of mothers everywhere that should never have to weep over the graves of their babies. It looks like guns and soilders everywhere. It feels like winter in a empty shelter with only one blanket. War is not a peaceful time.