the cold of november
as i transcend from the chill of october
i look into the wind and i find
the depths of the cold of november
filling up my watering eyes
the warmth of the summer months
ancient memories or so they seem
when the rays from the sun
washed down upon me
i search and try to find
that spark to keep me warm
currents flow from the back of mind
as teardrops begin to form
as frozen glaziers form in my eyes
my withering spirit erodes
icicles of blood recounting time
while my struggling heartbeat slows
the depths of the cold of november brings
a sorrowful song into my soul
my cracking voice attempts to sing
and shatters into the winds that blow
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