November Wind & Her Face
Nov 1 · 1 min read
Poems

1. November Wind
She came rushing,
triumphant and so sure
as she wrapped me within her bosom
like a goddess
to smother me with kisses
to play with my orange attire
Poems

She came rushing,
triumphant and so sure
as she wrapped me within her bosom
like a goddess
to smother me with kisses
to play with my orange attire

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