Sweet November
By janmew
Sweet November laying dormant like the night shrouded by darkness as she prepares for winter’s chill Awakened by August’s kiss who’s warmth seeps slowly through her igniting the fires of summer hitherto unknown to the dark of winter’s nights. Sweet, sweet November dark hair against the pillow awash in summer’s glow briefly defying winter’s cold Consumed by August’s passion who’s hunger fills her with a magic like the Northern Lights above as summer meets with winter on this nightthis is a symbolism piece Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 02:34 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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