Autumn, you are versatile,
Put on my shoulders hands,
Whirling in waltz we're trying
Stay like old good friends.
Leaves, they're falling and falling,
Transparent in the sunrays,
Like my thoughts, that are whirling
And having lost their ways.
Probably... no mistake,
That we are not all in one,
Wounds will be licked by the autumn
Old and yellow tongue.
autumn is always lovely for me leaves changing colors before falling free..be slave of the wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully rendered all right. there's something special about fall that inspires. thanks for sharing.