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.

 

  

This poem is about: 
Our world

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