My Red Apples, by J. W. Cassandra

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My Red Apples, by J. W. Cassandra

My red apples scattered everywhere,
My red colours decayed forever,
My withering Doomsday is knocking –
Gone are my ruddy, merry dancing…

My red apples scattered everywhere,
They are tears of blood of falling soul-path.
Blood of red apple is offering day,
Moons bloom if the day is breaking to night.

My red apples scattered everywhere,
They are red tears of soul-bleeding Moon.
My merry days are hidden in silver haze,
Turn, turn tot he road: it is last day!

My red apples scattered everywhere,
My red colours decayed forever,
Red turns to night if my Moon rises,
Say farewell, if might be no more tomorrow!

 

12/06. 2021., by J. W. Cassandra

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J. W. Cassandra

About the Author: J. W. Cassandra

I’m a teacher and a registered author either, at Artisjus as a writer and a poet in Hungary. I love forests, butterflies, flowers.

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