it begins every year
it begins on my cold finger tips
I step into it with no feelings
I know I sound as if I could stop time or skip this particular month but its name sits on my tongue
just vaguely staring at me
like chamomile tea without sugar
everything seems slow as the days pass
the mercury slowly falls
just as I expect the snowflakes to
just as I expected the autumn leaves to
and now they lie on her bare back
just waiting there
to be touched by the coldness
the coldness of November.
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I am Anurag Shinde from India. I am an introvert and love to spend time either working on my technical projects or reading and watching everything that hits me deep. I am currently a spacecraft engineering student in Moscow, Russia. But instead of going to space as a professional astronaut I would love to go as just an artist. I love photography and drinking coffee but hate journaling.
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image: MM Kaufman
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