Autumn falls,
tattooing the street like henna,
baked beneath
summer's sweltering light.
Maple leaves,
as if notes composing
a melodious chorus with footsteps,
an adieu to heat
with foot-stepping beats,
symphonies splashed in crimson ink.
May I invite you to read my poem "Autumn's Deceit"?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good take on the myriad hues of The Fall. And that of life as well. Enjoyed.5*
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