Softly, mournfully, icily it moves,
sweeping the leaves away, like
discarded, forgotten memories.
Down soulless alleys of dusty promises
once made, then lost and abandoned.
Blow wildly, bluster and gust
relentless in the pursuit of banishment.
Like loves own pledge
made with hope and belief,
but now, blown away, like
a windswept leaf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In windswept leaf is the whispering of lost spring!