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.
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