Droplets of Equinox
Droplets of doubt.....
Succumbs my ferocious thoughts....
From the box looking out.....
I see, my gentle soul distraught...
A red carnation in his pocket on the 'Venereal Equinox'....
An angel of being treated to naught...
Reached out my hands as far as I ought...
A tight rope threads of steel, deadlocked in a knot....
Silently, drowning in my tears, not broken by a shout...
Our castle destroyed, forbidden loves not allowed...
Once beautiful dreams, now lackadaisical death too abrupt...
With sudden streams of raindrops, stirring Euthanasia of the heart....
~~~>@Its is considered as bad luck to have a red carnation in one’s pocket on the 'Venereal Equinox'.
By icedlatte
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