A golden antelope jumps in a rainforest.
In the moonlit night the ardent archer makes his bow and arrows
But this time he is very sensitive about the rare deer.
He used his special arrow for the hunt.
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Death is more final than all of our dreams. What a tragic poem. No happily ever after here it would seem. Write on, Nimal. Kindest regards, Sandra
Ok love this poem, I feel I am there.