autumn leaves...
fallen, crumbling,
dissolving into the earth,
leaving no sign,
no name, no identity,
not a mark, not a trace,
for the passage of time...
and yet...
a part of....
of such is my life.
and i find peace in this!
a part of...
all that has been,
all that will be,
a part of...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a good piece of poetry right there