Familiar Fall breezes drift past me
Colourful memories of long ago
Bring a saddness to my mind.
Quiet are the days that pass in sequence
The gentleness of thought and reality
Looking for their place in time.
Feeling a sentimental yearning
That wears my spirit down
Slowly drifting away.
Leaving me with a haunting melody
That weaves in and out of my soul
Feeling empty with nothing to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem