November
November
November, the beginning of the month, autumn is still shining and waving
A low ray of light breathes hope and gives warmth
It's cold, an invisible frost already on my skin
I feel the cold, the wind of the winter world, its breath, the sky,
below
Even then, I will return, back, and the memory will last
And I keep the kindness and love of autumn and summer
A new world welcomes you, it's every season, and there's no cycle
There is no repetition, there never was, and every season was once
there is no same…
It was only once, like the days, like me, I'm an illusion
Illusion, unreality, and reality never find me
I live in the shadow, and I am only a shadow; an invisible
The sun sometimes looks at me from behind the clouds and catches a ray of light
And November starts again
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