November. November. What do you think it is?
Is it just one endless dreary gloomy day?
It’s not like summertime for sure: no rest, no peace.
It’s rather small and dismal, I should say.
It is November. You will be here all alone,
Surrounded by winds, and rain, and amber.
You’ll have a cup of pu-erh tea, get call postponed
And take a deep hard breath of our new November.
23.11.2022 10.22
November
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