My November Comments

Should I regret November as guest, thirty nights and days standing there bare like sticks and bones.
I sit wrinkled and merely skin and bones, fully immersed in thought of family and friends long gone, and now floating on the waves of death before being washed upon the beach of life.
Though ruminating past lives, still am fully in the present inhaling summer perfume and musing mood dissolving like the clouds being swallowed up by the ocean sky.
Apart from that, me-myself-and-i beholds the sun descending into the horizon within the place love and peace dwell.
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