My Dream

in poem •  7 years ago 

My world was
The grief of the people
Comfort
Obviously there is no rain
trees
born
Fresh air
Gift
An evil in any plot
Do not ignore the plight of the war
းးး hope chest
Will be hidden away
Here, there is trouble
Pleasure hearts
Let me gifts
Let me dry the tears
Only half Republics
The world had been .

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