NOVEMBER DAY
I like it in the winter
When white blankets made of
snow
Cover fields of former
sorrow
Causing grief to never grow
And the spring invites our
gardens
bearing happiness and hues
It's too bad that April
showers
Give the clouds the crying
blues
And it's only in the summer
that the sun is shining
bright
And only in the fall
Do we begin to lose our
light
November dreams
November day
November screams
“Don't go away”
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