Duel
In the evening there are two guys
Climbing up the top of two several hills
Target on another with their pistols
It’s a duel and only nature is the viewer
Along with the setting sun and open sky.
What will happen, who will die?
Nature is waiting to see eagerly
Probably it forgets to breathe,
They target one another
Keeping finger upon the trigger
One…
Two…
Three…
Both they fire together
Closing their eyes
What happened? Who died?
Both they cry loudly, opening eyes
‘d*mn! Mistake to load the gun
Next day again, ok brother?'
Since last week
They tried to kill one another.
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