In October Poem by eva rachmania

when I count the days in a calender
it will never end sooner

Lift the finger slower
let the number be further
Too many stories I remember
bitter sweet in October

Necessary, unnecessary
all the moments become to be glee
be glad to see what we didn't see
be glad to find a funny side behind the sad story

October I was in
never be same with October I am in

In October I have learned
every story will end to be earned