November
Trees lose their parched lips--
shriveled, cracked and bleeding.
Leaving behind gentle kisses on frozen ground.
Rich hues of autumn
but I'm left me color blind.
On this pitch dark afternoon,
I feel my way across a dying city,
climb into bed, and sleep.
I dream of sunlight.
Copyright © Anamika N | Year Posted 2013
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