I inquired of him the best thing
to choose: life or death.
Without a beat, he whispered 'death'.
And so I shot him;
not because he chose another...
but because he was my life.
waa....nice one....just few lines but much meaning in it....thanks for sharing..
One shot, one moment, One breath, between Life n death... Very nice poem..keep it up
One shot, one moment, One breath, between Life n death... Very nice poem..keep it up
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Compliments, very original, immediate. The spirit of a Latin epigram and a touch of femininity.