In autumn days of yesteryear,
People walked along the river,
And basked in Nature's beauty.
Their dreams were yellow, brown and green.
What we perceive now seems greyer.
Yet sometimes there's a light that stirs
Behind this artificial world.
Poets must put it into words.
Very insightful poem, Nowadays, poets must do their best to create the same scene as it seemed in yesteryears easier to write about that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We write more brevities at the present time. Excellently worded in this sweet Autumn Days. Thank you for this beautiful Autumnal poem, Dominic! In yesteryears people take the time to enjoy the beautiful weather along the river,