Omen Poem by welkin siskin
Omen
The feline ever it crossing my path
And rufous grey hounds in ugly bath
And crows throughout in rough and hoarse cry
Making the enthralling pulchritude all dry.
I know not what these omens are
For this mind doesn't need for;
May be a despair's sign it is, maybe a good luck.
But I dream that these signs
really turns out to be good.
@ welkin siskin
Monday, February 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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