Softly she sinks

So soft she suddenly sinks

To the thrush-laden shore

Welcoming her quiet form

Silenced by ignorance

And a 12 year old boy

Wielding a pellet rifle

Am improbable lake away

Shocked by deaths weight

When held in his hands

And I can still hear her sing

On my darkest days.

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