It's November Already
The thick fog I see All around me Its November already, And as cold as can be. The dark peaks on one side, The grey one outlining the black, And a greyish mountainfloor on the other, With other trains occasionally, I sit in my seat, And everything goes black As a tunnel eats me. I witness many trees; Thin mango leaves waiting for the sun to once again come and see Tall coconut palms, reaching for the dusky sky Monkey branches in spiky brooms, And none of them in any kind of bloom. The sky is blue, To dark burgundy Indigo it goes From grey of all woes Only to turn all black in the end. But why do i not see the black? Perhaps it's the lights in every second house Perhaps it's the yellow, green, red and blue fireflies Or Maybe it's just one lamp with moths The crickets sing in chorus As the birds end their concert, The snakes ring their rattle And the dogs howl in, It's the ope...