Chart

A red fired wood horse gallops o’er the heavens.
Light red candles bonded by drops of seven.

This year will deliver me movement & change.
Too, affection & love that will stretch my range.

If none happens; then, it just was not my year.
I’ll open all three eyes & grab what comes near.

Not a dogma but hints & suggestions made.
Our global astrologies the old gods bade.

Juju wishy-washy & hippy dippy.
Horoscope’s coincidence hits trippy.