Off shores along the beach
Feet in feather sand
Stood the man in sorrow
A gun held in his hand
A gunshot sounded
He took a bullet to his head
His label as a sinner
Over time will fade
Off shores along the beach
Feet in scarlet sand
Stood the weeping widow
A flower in her hand
A petal wilted
She realised he was dead
Her sorrow over her Husband's death
Over time will never fade
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Painted Words
PoetryA collection of poems shorter that what I normally write. (This might be easier for me to write Coz there isn't a particular theme and will be the main book I will continue writing on.)
