Old Poems

I found some old poems I wrote for English, and I thought I'd share them. I'm not really sure why I used dashes, but I'm not censoring these. Except for spelling. I spelled some things wrong. Okay here you go.

The fleeting feeling - of Peace is rare
It flies away - wisps of cloud in air -
But will burst with color while the sun does set
As the blue sky - turns to red.

Although it seems - that life is gloomy.
The seeds of love are surely blooming
In the garden - my love so fair
And with my heart - she waits there.