Nov 2018
November days
Bewitching in a sense
I stare out of the window
Muddle-headed
Such sulky looks of passersby
And withered roses on the desk
Same sulkiness and withering in me
Forever
Bewitching in a sense
I stare out of the window
Muddle-headed
Such sulky looks of passersby
And withered roses on the desk
Same sulkiness and withering in me
Forever
