A familiar scent carries in the October breeze, escorting my thoughts through the sycamore trees
The chorus they roar, sounds a chime like the sea, the sighs upon the waves are the memories of me
Blowing from a storm who was named reminiscence, my mind takes your form, amidst October's kiss
It tosses you around, - in times like this...
And when it lays you down by the illuminated moon, it reveals to me more, than the words on your tomb
Casting no shadow on the memory of you, your smile blossoms bright, - the laughter still blooms
October's autumn air writes a story where you are, not on the grayed stone, but engraved in my heart
The tale begins again, when in the end, we depart
Cloudy days are haunting with the thundering past, echoes inside rumble, when our soul is overcast
In nights they've shaken dreams, that awakened with a gasp, but it was you that left me breathless, - you're gone, alas
The weather in October is a fine time for sleep, even if the ground is your bedside keep
As I make way to paradise - save me a seat...
Leaves fell on your slumber, shuffled by bitter cold, they've blanketed you in numbers, in coats of glorious gold
Keeping warmth to reveries, if even I grow old, forever you'll be cozy, in the fabric of my soul
October; she roams the walls I've built within me, walking through them so spiritually, rattling the chains that keep me restrained, haunting my heart residually...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem