Drops Of November Poem by 7 llamas

Drops Of November

Combat.
Precipitation falls to earth.
What's true. What's right.
Stars underneath.
Puffy bubble covers the whole,
One year.
Letting go. They come and go.
Chilly ice cream scoops.
Shiny reflection of mine.
Red, Yellow Green.
One Two Three.
Hello,
Bloody Mary.
I am ready.

Monday, March 24, 2025
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