i have't submitted anything in a very long time, so here's my latest poem, November wind
Colors fade
Along with their shades
My piano plays loudly
As my heart rushes wildly
the gray season
its is the main reason
why i play my piano alone
because of my gray tone
I live with purpose, yes i do
to come back in spring and turn the sky blue
to paint the oceans with my art
i truly hope i dont smell a fart
november wind is blowing, taking the colors away
but i will take them back, someday
i will destroy it with a single ray
a single ray that is, a true day
november wind is blowing with the smell of snow
what is decmber bringing? i do not know
(its quaint and mellow, i hoped you guys liked it comment if you want)
