Scarlet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Scarlet



Scarlet

Single eye and golden with red lines
Dracula, some may call the sunset
Not the birds that go home
Nor clouds, they're around
And mourning, scattered
They wear veils in sunset

Sunday, August 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: natural
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