Guns and Roses
Finger on the trigger
and
Hands on my roses
Hands on the gun spewing
Deathly lead
Blood spilled
and
splashed
In crimson
The life is gone.
One smoking gun
and
One wreath of roses
Death provoking
and
Death calming
A rosette of death
and
Peace in a duet.
(Written on 13/04/2024)
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