End of November
Last night I saw a star
dash across the city sky.
And I forgot to make
a wish for you.
But then I remember and
wonder if you’re still under
the same winter sky
that holds so many dreams.
The end of November
never felt so cold
as it does now.
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Beautiful.
Simple, honest, and minimalistic.
I like this a lot.
beautiful yet melancholic.
i like it.
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