The spring is long forgotten
The summer a fading memory
The falling leaves and slow decay
The barren world becoming seen
The emptiness envelopes all
To show a naked nothingness
Gone the beauty and colour
Gone the scent and light
Where found now may be
The muse to etch each word
A heart begs for beauty
Let not fall these words
An autumnal epitaph
But open to something
Beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem