November is my Muse
wake me up when it's all over
"when the ink of my pen stops bleeding
when there is no trace of their memories"
wake me up when the nightmare is over
november's sadness will take me down
burn the bridges to the next run
lunar eclipse and pacing under the sun
gray will return in it's darkest shade
Copyright © Maanvinder Pilania | Year Posted 2025
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