The Fall Caresses The Crows Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

The fall caresses the crows,
Moving their excuses to the roofs.
Flushing the sunset falls its eye,
Into the ocean named the sky.
The night draws down its cover slowly,
The fall scratching out the golden leaves,
The wind is tramping
the leaves ribs with scream,
the days break their soul out
Of the rain of the sad grieves.
Scratches out the wound of the heart
The leaves’ rain falls storming,
The lonely gardens stay sadly,
In the wind’s swing
The winds are playing
The leaves memories
How hard to pass along,
The tender grasses are screaming,
From our bodies
Like that of leaves’ rains
Down should flow the sins!