Friday, May 15, 2015

I heard black larks singing above
I heard gun shots below
I saw poppies blowing in the wind
I saw the brightly colored sunset on the horizon
I felt cold and sad
I felt shivers running up my spine
I wondered if  I would be dead in seconds
I wondered who my enemy was and if he was nice   

by Ngahere                                                                                                                                                                                      

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