Sand.
Gunshots.
Bullet's flying near my head.
A loud explosion.
Ground.
Ears ringing, looking around, confused.
Stnding up, holding your gun.
A multiple shots, running.
Behind a wall, seeing an enemy, aiming and bang.
They fall but yet.
Pain in the chest.
Moing the hand towards it.
Blood.
Eyes start to go black, ground.
A sun flower right next to the wall.
Vision fades, reaper takes you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem