MEMORIES OF AUTUMN
Fragrant days of autumn
Chariot of clouds at dusk
Here the clay goddess comes
Carries all my songs
The golden touch of her feet
Makes my joy to shine infinite
Birds sing in the morning
And the whispers of the wind
Flutes sound and the laughter
After four days—
Memories swirling into nowhere
Plunged into a sea of silence…
No comments:
Post a Comment
Join the conversation! What is your reaction to the post?