High Time
What's the time?
Isn't it high time
Winter left at once?
Now wearing military boots
all those jackets, jumpers,
warm black socks and shoes.
Perhaps it refuses to leave
it denies its existence
maybe it's that time of the year
when you're just in a hurry.
Running away from the past
looking forward to burying
what was not supposed to happen.
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