©2022 Michael Raven
octoberland my heart
ashen ways cold
chill wind soul
painted hollow
blowing through brittle
i shade grey fade
sing song sing
calling to gallows tree
hey ho
here we go
into the night sky
into the songs
we sing
©2022 Michael Raven
octoberland my heart
ashen ways cold
chill wind soul
painted hollow
blowing through brittle
i shade grey fade
sing song sing
calling to gallows tree
hey ho
here we go
into the night sky
into the songs
we sing
I love the eerie atmosphere of this poem!
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Thank you, Aaysid. 😊
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Always a pleasure, Michael.😊
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