"Perhaps I am late" perplexed he thought and rushed forward,
the place was deserted as if an invisible cloud of grief has descended.
The intermittent gun shots , he mistook as the beginning of fireworks,
he stepped on the manicured lawn, wondering where all others had gone.
He stopped stunned,blood was splattered allover, there a night began .
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
"Perhaps I am late" perplexed he thought and rushed forward,
the place was deserted as if an invisible cloud of grief has descended.
The intermittent gun shots , he mistook as the beginning of fireworks,
he stepped on the manicured lawn, wondering where all others had gone.
He stopped stunned,blood was splattered allover, there a night began .
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