A gust of
Autumn wind:
Leaves fly and drift
To their
Unknown destiny…
With sand
In my eyes,
I get a glimpse of
Changing
Seasons of life.
how is it, i wonder i find echoes of my voice in urs...don't all voice echo alike? as a teenager i wrote a poem for myself describing myself as a dry autumnal leaf adrift in the wind...i personally enjoy short poems as this...thnq!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good imagery on autumn feelings of life...10