a dirty wind is blowing,
foul and viciously cold,
awakening dull senses
only to make them run away,
hide, escape from the biting bitterness.
november.
month of long cold rains,
angry gusty nights,
too dark twilights,
when we lose all our light.
hide inside, shelter yourself
from the sad and bedraggled
scenes outside. survive.
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