They were like dusky sky
In October night
Men of Dark
Endless storms
Impregnable souls

Cruel and cold
In their heart
Devoured the summer light

My fateful Octobers

Mystical and genteel
With hearts firm like a steel
Darksome hair
Deep brown eyes
Melancholic and wise
Unbeatable
Unreachable
Feeling out of lies

My beloved Octobers

Alexandra Puškárová

About Alexandra Puškárová

'Every poem has a story to tell'

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