It is a month
But not just a month
A sweet November
A month of nobility
Its a medieval tale of chivalry
A rightful thirty days
A month of tenderness
So warm it is
It can be perplexing
It is on the groove
Stunning are the flowers
All agog is the sun
It is a month of responsibilities
It can never be temperament
While it is telepathic
Tenderly sour sweetened
The eleventh month
On the calendar
Full of surprises
Phenomenal memories
It is my favorite month
My infancy
In the twelve divisions of the year
My month of birth
Sweet November
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Embrace
ŞiirWe all need a little embrace once in a while, from our teddies, ice cream and those soft tissues... But words can embrace our hearts better!!!
