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Bows and Arrows
As I held the bow
And reached back
To grab an arrow
The arrow of death
When I get set up to shoot
I let go
The arrow goes straight
Straight into the bull's-eye
The arrow now drunk
Drunk with the sense of death
The sense of desperation
A desperation of a killer
The sense of a wrath
A wrath of a jealous mind
Just trying to make things right
Right in the eyes of a stranger
The stranger called death
good and impressive one... yeah its a very clear and good poem with rich thought and sure ... the way you did it is great and heart knocking of course... so I can loudly say that you are a sweet poet with honey poetic feelings and thoughts... hope my poetry has also that much strenth to make way to your heart and brain to capture as this poem of yours has done to mine.... wish you good luck peotry friend... with a hope you will go through my work too..to know if its heart touchig or not?