November’s rain is yet to come.
You can’t fit to October.
You are waiting for winter’s daily routine.
As the wind hits your window,
You hold your blanket tighter and tighter.
First November rain resembles to you.
You wake up under a grey sky,
with a cup of black coffee in your hands.
Nothing looks better, than your smile, after last night’s sex.
Κυριακή 30 Οκτωβρίου 2011
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