Only the other day
I saw him standing
By the open window
Beneath that red roof
Over there
The early morning light
Glimmering on the tiles.
My eye caught his
He smiled
A smile of sorrow
But he blew a kiss
It touched my heart
I’d noticed him before
Buying cherries
From a stall
I saw his face
Gentle and resolute
The roof remains
And window
But he is gone
One bullet
Fired
From a soldier’s gun
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