Gray November
November gray, predator's prey
Spark of the day stretched away
The month of gloom
For so long....don't stay!
Though time would fly
Yet it's preferential
Cause August slipped away
And September as well
And so has gone the month of fall
But November isn't gonna be so small
Open to debate? Just wait and see y'all
Time would paralyze me
With no other option rather than to recall
Those words serpent and epoch of reticence
penetrated by reminiscence
avert glancing at that glance
exposing mirages of happiness to stay
As it was running away
Cause here it is....
November gray, predator's prey
The month of gloom
For so long....Don't Stay
Yet, futile all the prayers are
The month of gloom
Will Stay
Will Stay
Will Stay
Copyright © Ziva Vaidya | Year Posted 2023
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