The Opening
Down its length the rifle barrel
Stood a rose cheeked girl with golden hair.
She smiled and giggled oblivious to peril
A tear down his face; He could only stare.
A second later
A new beginning.
Petals falling,
Blue eyes swimming.
Down its length the rifle barrel
Fluttered the head of a rose,
Falling deep in lost prayer.
Once a girl, once a rose
Now, nobody knows.
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