Romani in UK

Gloomy, dampened nights,
Ushers of my sorrow,
Dim, malignant lights
Mourn for never morrow...

Black ravens hastily bloomed
Onto my heart’s estate,
Desires softly tombed ,
Premise deep desolate.

Autumn – a winged odour,
Caresses my dreams dallied,
Recurrent yellow murder,
It’s me, or autumn pallid?

The Queen of Hearts I draw
Decisions in love valley,
Losing two Knaves I saw,
The third, fantastically

Embodies autumn’s dare:
Mere wealth or dying leaves ?
Not to abide I swear
Dream knaves – my soul’s goblins...

B.D.

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