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Why Not November!

Why Not November!

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Dear November!

Do you know how much mean to me?

I love when you are not cold,

I love when you are not warm even.

You speak to me when I am busy with myself

It feels good.


“Breathe and inhale me “ -

I heard this morning and I grasped the cushion with a dream that you are coming.

No, it's not often. It happens when you are near.

Do you hear?

When you bring Sundays all through after every Saturdays,

I know I am happy.


It's Coffee and newspaper on the table and

I am looking at YOU on the virtual canvas all the way in the alleys of Switzerland and in the Island of Corsica.

I gasp when you reach to me, why you carry so little of you?

But you tickle me a little whispering, ‘You are healing. Do you know?’


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