"Out the window I can feel the brick cold
the brick I used to bury all of what is old
Weeds do grow and find there way out
fearful of what tips they spring about
The moon shines different in 50 degrees
and the trees sway softer with cool breeze
My season is now and it gets chilly at times
my scarfs change colors, like my mind"
(c) 2011 Ebony Larijani
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