Remember the auntum leaf;
Blown by the wind to the final destination.
Pieces of her, are breaking down.
Scattered in the hopeless lands, her fractions.
Time spares no living spark;
Takes it all away without hesitation.
But we are humans cause we remember.
So we conquer time; we light the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem