Autumn Years

Let me embellish what remain from autumn years, Before my footsteps moving towards those ultimate tracks. Towards those days when my half luck recites a segment from songs of sorrow, then erases my squeezed fear in the darkness of grief like a mirage folds in the silence of songs those folding days. Ah if my wishes come true I'll desist the tears for whole year, I'll read seven verses, and leans on my cold, Counting what remains from autumn years. Then watering vainly from my eyes The remains of those nights.