november flute

by nor vang - Scorpio

The snow poured vary this passionate day
In the storm of November summon -
Clasping the cubical falls in the palms
Proclaim clever dreams once claimed =
	Circling with smiles and hands tight together,
	Warmed the embedded kernels of the chambers -
	
	Approaching no tomorrow,
	Under the sprinkling November winter flute
	With rupture winds frosted the turbulent noon,
	Brought the two cuddled translucently -

Where in the yearly sequel November flute -
It reminded the death of the an ol' dancing tones
In the frosted turbulent November winter noon -
And,
The death of a shared two in one bed -
Then as she turned into a stone
In the storm of November summoned,
Along the edge of Winter Grave Zone 
Ancients ago -

As ages hence,
She visits me in coldness -
And,
Brushes me with profound heartbreaking blues
And,
The November flute still haunts me
With the snow blowing like the sound of a flute ov'r
The yesterdays in the November Flute - -

Reason for writing:

    love hurts    

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 1999-10-03 00:34:52
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:24
Poem ID: 53420

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