November Toast Poem by dian hayati

A black jasmine,
in the morning of cloudy november...

A black grape,
in the afternoon of damp november...

A black wine,
in the evening of rainy november...

Toast! ! !

Let's dancing with deviled happiness
bitter, sweet, sour
fragrant, tasteless

Thus...
I kiss cloudy november, bitter..
I kiss damp november, sour...
I kiss rainy november, tasteless...

When my lust in love with fragrance of sweet rain,
I keep dealing with badly scarred...


(Palembang, morning november rain)