The autumn woods,
ducks on the lake, leaves in the air
and tickling smell of rottenness and wet.
October’s fading…
Friendly sunny fellow,
Give me your hugs and warmth,
Then leave alone.
I’d like to breathe the odour of the yellow
And trembling pets of woods
Beneath my feet.
I’d like to watch the sky, to be newborn,
Roam on and on with you, my naked soul.
Your wings are sagging, poor autumn sparrow…
She lets her dreams be torn,
She hides her seeds into the soil
From wicked winter whirls…
2019
October is fading
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