Saying goodbye to September
All New York is a cold. And everywhere
Show signs of winter, when the winds blow,
It made one’s shiver to the bone: clogged tear ducts
There isn’t any more heat in the air,
Downpour of tropical rain, falling leaves appears
With golden and brown colors: Halloween theme
Not a good day to leave one bed, oh! Dear
Or go shopping to grab the Columbus’s day savings
Nothing more than a tasering prank on all of us
Was the summer gone to soon?
Did we ever enjoy the summer moon?
How did we jump from a day by the pool?
To a frigid night of the living dead:
Where the entire city dweller faces seem unmoved
When the heart was touch by the warmth
of summer romance and the sunshine and secrets
Nightly visitors: those dancing crickets. Duels:
How can we not disavow the breeze of the wind?
Pomegranates juices hang heavily on my stomach tonight.
I cannot express how I really feel in the poem today…