Autumn leaves

Like autumn leaves, people recede;

making us, no better than a barren tree

engulfed by frost of aching memories

to find solace by covering blanket of snow

gloomy moon, with all its honey dried

lazy sun, couched in the bed of clouds

I await surrendering to winder of death

faintly dreaming the imaginary spring

to love is boon or bane, that is the question

 

(13/10/2015, Paris)