Gazing through
Skeptical eyes.
I prayeth
A torrent of
Tawny leaves may fall
Drenching- submerging
And suddenly commencing
A flavescent dance
On wind and gravity.
I am awaiting
Such time to
Arise for my safe haven,
To sleep in
The arms of Nyx.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem