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Ready, shoot, aim!

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By Vadim KaganPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Ready, shoot, aim!
Photo by Possessed Photography on Unsplash

First he shot at the sun - and missed, of course,

Sun was simply too bright and far;

Then he shot at the moon and missed, because

It has made his bullet a star;

Then he shot at the wind and missed again,

Shooting air is shooting breeze,

Then he shot at the cold wind-driven rain -

Rain avoided his shot with ease.

Then he shot at the sea - it parted, and

Silver bullet got stuck in mud,

Then he shot at the songs that never end,

At the sound that boiled his blood,

Having missed yet again, he then shot himself

Just to break this unending spell,

And a photo fell from a dusty shelf;

He was out of bullets. Well...

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About the Creator

Vadim Kagan

I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!

Instagram: @whines_and_rhymes

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  • Natalie Wilkinsonabout a year ago

    I can think about this one for a while.

  • Cathy holmesabout a year ago

    Nice poem. Well done

  • Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago

    Thank goodness!! Great poem

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