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