WITCH
Poems, Songs & ProseI read my last poem 31.10.2025
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Her walk seemed light.
To the sound of drops, like little heels,
Between the rocks on a narrow path
October led his red-haired lover.
There is no escape from her charms.
Emerald eyes, diamond heart,
And on her lips the melody of a kiss
Of the last orange roses.
Oh, woman-autumn, golden dream!
Are there none not tempted by your allure?
Only in October does hope flicker,
That November's turn will not come.
#poetry #poems #poet
Her walk seemed light.
To the sound of drops, like little heels,
Between the rocks on a narrow path
October led his red-haired lover.
There is no escape from her charms.
Emerald eyes, diamond heart,
And on her lips the melody of a kiss
Of the last orange roses.
Oh, woman-autumn, golden dream!
Are there none not tempted by your allure?
Only in October does hope flicker,
That November's turn will not come.