The day breaks with your memories
Full of dews, condensed at night!
Autumn is the best of all seasons,
Once you said: And the memories are
Like strangers, visit once in a while,
Leaving colours of the rain behind us...
My Sundays mourn the death
Of our dear Autumn as the Sun
Burns the leaves of memories...
10/06/2010
You have painted a beautiful picture of autumn here in barely nine lines. I like the way you have linked auumn to human emotions. Interesting read! Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘…And the memories are /Like strangers, visit once in a while, ’ …splendid metaphor like medley lithe …in coherence with autumn…thanks sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10