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Pierce cut blood
I the arrow long thin
Light brown
Also feathered
Shoot, hit
Shoot, hit
There are many like me
But I am the best
Hit every time
Deer deer we shout
Huntsman pays no attention
His flexed colossus hand reaches the others
Shoot shoot shoot the others go
There she went,
Blood pours down her sore legs
Her life is precious
Pure treasure
She galloped faster into the deep forest
Her hoof beats only get more silent
Most people would enjoy tranquility
Life is not a game it can’t be won
But it can be loved or cherished
Life is her pride
Staying alive is the game.
- by Hiroshin Genkai |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/09/2009 |
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- Title: La Flecha
- Artist: Hiroshin Genkai
- Description: Another poem I wrote a few years ago... Inspired by an arrow...
- Date: 04/09/2009
- Tags: flecha
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Idiosyncratic Quirk - 04/17/2009
- An insightful anecdote. Delightful. ^-^ 4/5.
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- God of HEAVY METAL - 04/10/2009
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one of the best ones i have read all day
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- awai mitsukai - 04/10/2009
- it very good
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