Inside November


This life is no metaphor-
fallen like an autumn leaf,
bright from the point of view of a passer by.

Long nights hemmed in busy days-
trying to save the light
in the darkness of a  yearbook.

This life is no metaphor-
cold like November rain,
warm from the point of view of a coffee cup.

Treasure like a saved memory,
Familiar like a well read book-
each line bridging the gaps within.


6 thoughts on “Inside November

    1. Doing alright here. Days are so busy that I take moments to calm down and then hold a pen. I always make my mind still like water before jotting down my thoughts. I miss you and your posts. So whenever I am around, I go to your place and see what you are up to. Love and regards to you and uncle. ❤

    2. Long time a true story.was a beoutiful.girl.from a was single.and a with.a star.In a dark night.traveling.araund the room.near window.she stay.lisen to the stars.she look around.the horizont.and see the water.moving.and lisen the wind.Across the horizont.she see.a luckier beoutiful.starting a by day.The luckier was coming.every a dark wind.across her her room.After a time.she start to sing.and say coming to me my room.and make a my life.He was lisening.and was coming like a dead man.he say.the father .is the sky.and the the go with a palace.from stone.and all the lisening to her.The girl are a star.but in your way.I do not go.never.You like a dead.with no life.and your cold.In the same.time.Catalin.a boy.from the table.very red in be.happy.

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