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Mid-October
Ah! The winds are still the same,
The air still feels heavy and warm,
Seasons playing a notorious game,
With their unpredictable form.
Mid-October and not even a nip in the air,
The hot rays of the sun roasts our skin,
As we beg for the weather to be fair,
Time stands still with no mood to win.
The Autumn foliage can barely be seen,
And the night sky is still not a foggy grey,
This wait is nature's revenge and is so mean,
The onset of winter yet again feels far away.
© Oindrilla
The air still feels heavy and warm,
Seasons playing a notorious game,
With their unpredictable form.
Mid-October and not even a nip in the air,
The hot rays of the sun roasts our skin,
As we beg for the weather to be fair,
Time stands still with no mood to win.
The Autumn foliage can barely be seen,
And the night sky is still not a foggy grey,
This wait is nature's revenge and is so mean,
The onset of winter yet again feels far away.
© Oindrilla
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