November now. November here. May I enter?
Can I come in with hope? Can I leave with peace?
Or will I exit with a world of hate.
Show me your beauty. Show me your world of red and orange rays.
Flood me with your clash of leaves.
Your nights that drives us inside, making us glad to be there.
November may I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem