Constellation
Its September here but
Why everything is falling apart already?
As if its December?
Weather is getting cold breezy
But I am breathless here
Watching clouds from my window
Moving as a squall infront of my eyes
Looks like a frozen crystals of my memories
Leaving everything where it was
To meet at starry nights.
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