November 20, 2017
November
November
by amelydelyWhen sky grows darker and the sun is lost,
She feels so lonely, in this November frost!
No warm within her heavy heart, no hope!
Just like the weather, she’s hanging on a rope!
No more shades of yellow and no crimson leaves,
Streets become silent, full of strangers and thieves;
She is swallowed, slowly, by November mist,
When the pulse of life, grasps her slender wrist!
Sunless shadows, wildly, die in burning ember;
As withered trees cry, at the end of November!
When time is waving his frost-bitten fist…
It’s almost like… she doesn’t more exist…
Ludmila Bulgari
https://clape-de-pian.blogspot.ru/
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