Blue Skies and Pain
Blue skies,
over bloodied grass.
Cold reflection,
of smoking brass.
One clip, two clips,
deed is done.
Acidic smoke,
mingles with sun.
As a mother weeps,
for her dead son.
Copyright © Running Wolves | Year Posted 2020
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