Days are too short in November.
Towns are wrapped in thick mist.
Lamps can't pierce up this wet fabric:
streets look quite ghostly and squeezed.
Mystery sight is amazing.
Thoughts knit the autumn sad tales.
Day after day nothing's changing.
Dirty is poured everywhere.
Nature is waiting for winter.
Bright yellow colors are flicked:
rain and cold wind have well cleared
trees from dry obsolete leaves.
Gloom, but the beautiful picture
makes to experience old
but nostalgic warm feelings
on a new way in new plots.
11:00 - 11:30
12.11.2025
P.S.: I miss you much...
Nostagia
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