WAR PLAGUE

I love the feeling of wind on my face,
It blows over me as I run past,
I could run forever,
Because I am free,

The world is my playground,
The tree's are my obstacle coarse,
The stream my swimming pool,
The grass my bed,
I am everywhere and nowhere,
Because I am free,

Since I am free,
My life seems easy,
But my playground is not always happy,
It is a victim of the plague,
The war plague comes, it stays,
And when it leaves all that is left of my playground is rubble.
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Ok that was my first poem and I hope you like it and just so you know I'm not gonna update every day. Poems can be hard for  me. 'Waves' Whelp bye bye.