In November
I would write
Armed by inspirations
Hitting me from right n left
When I look longingly
At the Horizon
Or through it may Be!
I would swoon over those sparks
In heaps of words
While craving for silence.
I would let them shine and spread
Into the tiny crevices
Of the world wide web.
In November I would live
Bathed in the verbal
Breathing in that prose
Weaving an arbor through this banter.
But today, I would just be!
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