LOVE IS A GIFT OF AUTUMN
Leaves rain. Gushes a sorrow, heartburn,
The new golden moon refreshes my soul.
The world dives into colors of sadness,
There is a heart in every leaf, and a wail.
Trees express their feelings from sorrowful love,
The ill autumn dances mad and sane.
I admit to such a right truth,
The love is not greenery color but is yellowish.
The new moon covers the world,
The ground feeds up with cries.
Ultimately, there is no more tolerance for autumn,
I give my heart while I unpeg it from my breast.
--tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"
Earth Heart -- DLynneS