Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Which, star like sparkle in their skies;
Nor be you proud, thata you can see
All hearts your captives, yours yet free;
This poem was actually written by a group of third grader.
Peace is like
Year pass after year
Decade comes after decade
Yet time never stops
It goes on further
People think lonliness is a shadow dark
When covers a person hard to pass;
But there are people who like to wear,
The thick black covering of solitude
My mind calculates
The beauty afar
A Thing for beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increases, it will never
Pass into nothingness, but still will keep
A bower quite for us, and a sleep
This poem was written by a child who lost her family in drone attack.
Who is in the valley of peace?
No one wants to be there at least
Fall and fall and fall the rain,
I know that life is such a pain.....
Some memory about my past, gone days,
Brings tears that fall and fall in pain.....
Flower beds, vivid colors, in a garden or near sea shore
Gives pleasing thoughts, mind relaxing
The beauty is adorable, but something is missing
A lonesome bunch, but friends of all