The calendar says it’s the 3rd of November
The calendar says it must be autumn day.
The calendar lies, I feel spring that surrenders
My shoulders as tender as sun does in May.
And wind doesn’t cold me and rain doesn’t wet me.
And all that does matter is your shying smile,
The way you respond me so kindly and gently,
The way you look into my intricate mind.
I see sunny rays in your eyes full of clouds,
I feel like your soul shines through vapory mind.
And though there’re drops of the water that pound
My roof, I am sure there will be sunshine.
the 3rd of November
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