Darkness likes November
November likes its darkness.
Time for surrender
And sleep for months restless.
November loves red
Orange, brown and grey,
Trees let their leaves shed
And twigs are left to stay.
A restless soul doesn't grow
When November comes around
It just sits in the corner
Looking at the sky from the ground.
Clouds display their magic
November weeps for April showers
There is no time for heavy gray
When darkness come their way.
Not last but just as bad
November is the end of days
Lost what they thought they had
Snow on the horizon, they say.
Tearful cries are then reserved
Time slows towards December
Not much of a month, I heard,
This so called November.
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