By stevenbhow | Neurological Gibberish Poems | 29 Sep 2022
Winter finally arrived at the end of November
with typhoon gusts and torrential rains.
The day was spent contemplating all the friends taken
by this year. Their social media profiles so fresh it
still feels like they are here.
If there is an after may it be warmer than this dreary
gray death of November 2021. Heart sadness doesn’t
have much warmth.
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