November, november.
You're finally here.
For your arrival I gleefully cheer.
November, november.
I welcome you with open arms.
Please give the present a little sense of calm.
November, november.
I hope you are different.
All our hopes and dreams we want you to listen.
November, november.
Give us the chance
To laugh freely and happily dance.
November, november.
To you we appeal,
Give every family a warm and fulfilling meal.
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Gone was time • poetry collection
PoetryYou don't see it. You don't hear it. You don't feel it. Quietly, it creeps away like a sinful thief, stealing all your moments, your months, your memories and gone was time. More often than not, many of us don't fully comprehend the weight a moment...
