November tell me, tell me what's your secret. Every year you are special for me. Not only because I have my birthday with you but because you give me way too much experience compared to the others.
November you are rude. You wildly smash the door of autumn and blow your frozen breath into the room.
November you are melancholic. The soft fog that occupies the city at every morning and the weak effort of the woozy sun to break, seems nothing to you.
November you are harsh. Always delivering the hardest punch to me where it hurts the most. Always.
November you are wise. You teach me things I don't want to know. But I have to.
November I love you. Especially for this year. It began like every month then an enormous crack came, a leaving flatmate, many tasks to solve, personal storms and then a returning flatmate again, with a new one into a house where nothing changed but everything is different.
Photo: http://blogol.hu/pikz/silima/b011_november.jpg
6 comments:
It's over
heyy...that was beautiful...that's all I can say currently(hüpphüpp)
heyy...that was beautiful...that's all I can say currently(hüpphüpp)
viktorka...do sg!!!!why does it publish it so many times? I haven't done anything I swear...:D
Silly girl, please do not even think about to change. :)
Try clickink only once and be patient.
I leave your double comment here to have more comments. Yes, it's a lie but it makes me happy!
miss ya' flatmate!^_-
(it's only for growing the number of comments:D:D:D)
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