I WILL COME WITH THE AUTUMN
I will come with the autumn without knocking,flying like a seagull over the sea,longing has scorched my soul,the tear frozen in my eye
Shadows laid out in thick layers,the lukewarm sun, faint and hiccuping,the moon shines and looks askance,at autumn—ripe with honey and perfume
I will come with the autumn without knocking,chaos, dissolved into the sunset,for in my soul I have remained a nun,a free bird in the sky of emigration
I will come with the autumn without knocking,time graying in the mists,with dry and cracked lips,her bosom pours out embraces!
AUTUMN
You, oh autumn, with a chest of fire,perfume-fruits in their ripening,your lover to the grave,in nooks and crannies you remain as fog
Oh season, icon of beauty,a purple crown tossed upon your head,you ignite the butterfly-muse of poetry,for the pearl-soul you light a thousand stars
Just look at the reddened face,for the pomegranate has blossomed upon it,the roads paved with petals of hope,the white moon pours down smiles
And the longing autumns come and go,they flood the air with nostalgia,and her slightly maddened wind,pours verses and poetry onto the page!
SEPTEMBER
My memories were stirred on this September day,nostalgia and longing set off on their way,the courtyard filled with freshness and leaves,the high school girls poured out their radiant smiles
The seniors gathered in groups,looking as if they held the world in their hands,the autumn breeze tugged like a breath of cloud,their names I have never forgotten
Impatiently we waited for the sounds of the first bell,the embraces and laughter had no end,they poured into the courtyard like a blue waterfall,like apple blossoms they remained a magical memory
For the word high-schooler is truly a thrill,I planted it, I watered this name in my soul,it is like a polar star shining in the sky,it is a precious pearl I keep in my heart!
