As the autumn tosses
The rustle bustle chills
The leaf so alone
At the approaching goodbye
So is life.waving to the moment and the on tiptoe next one comes.Elegant potrayal of autumn and cyclous nature.liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melancholy in fall meeting...Such a sweet cold taste..Love it :) _Unwritten Soul