Fleeting Dream (zeafrost)

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Fleeting Dream


Just like other months

November passes like wind,

Like a passerby

As one leaves , you wait for another .

For me where i live ,

I dont know those marcid trees

Trying to loosen the dead's burden.

Nor the caruscating snow

Only the chills are what i feel

With hefty body and cold feet;

As awaits the morning fog.

Sleeping through most of it

Is what people do

And so it feels like a dream ,

Beautiful and so very brief .

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