1 september 2018
Words Play
Blending with the light,
as ancients did-
on the leafy path.
You turn your gun-
on an old skull,
with broken teeth,
to rewrite the murder,
without qualms. A sniper
would take an aim.
Untouchable, the years
roll by, sending echos
in the valley of tears.
A final stroke.
The blood stops in the veins
while the angel sleeps.
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