Someone came knocking
At the small front door
Of my little cottage 'HOPE'.
Coming down the stairway
Autumn keep running on my mind
Perhaps the early arrival of autumn.
Opening the door made from oak,
A poor child standing outside
Proffered a cake with figs and berries.
I asked for his name.
With a bright smile with chapped lips
Plunging hands into pocket, he said 'Bruno'.
His dark, rich in brown hair matches the season
Smell of dampness filled our nostrils
Seemingly nine years of age looking around
High blue hue clouds suffuse the skies
Isolated maple leaves away from sight
Left no scars on the surface soil.
'Where is your companion? ' I asked searching of.
'I am lonely, an orphan!
I have a right to be upset.' he whispered.
Autumn foliage covered the lanes of Lithuania
I bought all the cakes and gave him one
Now better ask him the price of smile!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem