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Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom
The
sky is grey,
Carrying my gun on my shoulder,
with flowers,
I silently pray,
Wishing for a good luck on my
next functional hours.
.
Daily, I fly war jets,
Shoot or drop killing bombs,
No time to relax through networks,
Heavy bullets always remain close to my arms.
.
Midnight, I dream,
Home, girl friend, comrade,
My bedroom is the same,
i smile until I wake up,
Knowing that reality
and fate may need a debate.
Carrying my gun on my shoulder,
with flowers,
I silently pray,
Wishing for a good luck on my
next functional hours.
.
Daily, I fly war jets,
Shoot or drop killing bombs,
No time to relax through networks,
Heavy bullets always remain close to my arms.
.
Midnight, I dream,
Home, girl friend, comrade,
My bedroom is the same,
i smile until I wake up,
Knowing that reality
and fate may need a debate.
Happy Writing.
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ReplyDeletevery close to the image provided. masterful write.
ReplyDeletelovely reflection.
ReplyDeletesweet dreams.
ReplyDeletewitty poetry.
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