The pages of my life
turn
like falling leaves
as autumn yields to winter
gathering in piles
of remembrance
blowing and scattering
to the four winds
—never to return
(Dreamsleep: November,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... like falling leaves as autumn yields to winter gathering in piles of remembrance... Wow dear poet. You speak thousand lines in these few number of words..felt the autumn breeze touching me at this afternoon of life. All stars for it.