October rust,
Dark clouds gathering over the mind
October dust,
Shivering wind aching the spine.
October lust,
A burning heart full of desires
October gust,
Around the fire, playing the lyres.
October, the nihilist,
A vast ocean filling the soul with emptiness
October thrust,
Breaching the walls of coldness.
October rain,
Black tears of heaven.
October again,
A last nail to my coffin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem