What is Novembers short story?
In the new snow, for me.
In the fresh air, raw,
in gray gloom. Then,
in the silence of sad days,
in a timid whisper of speeches,
in the sleepy essence of life,
when yearning, but without whining.
In the light of cute lights,
from the windows in the houses.
In dark, slippery ruts,
on the roads, in the yards.
In the new snow, for me.
In the fresh air, raw,
in gray gloom. Then,
in the silence of sad days,
in a timid whisper of speeches,
in the sleepy essence of life,
when yearning, but without whining.
In the light of cute lights,
from the windows in the houses.
In dark, slippery ruts,
on the roads, in the yards.






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