My dearest autumn

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How could I call your soundless name, my dearest autumn
While a cloudy sphere sings shrilly of an icy gale that blusters far away from here…
a shore of loneliness…a shore of longing…
I wish you heard my quiet whisper

How could I awake the yellow maple, my dearest autumn
And ask him for a walk, when he is sunk deeply in contemplation?
The royal beauty of this tree clad in gold reminds me of eternity
I’ll keep my peace… for its serenity is intimation of your tender presence.

How could I mark this elfin path that I might find you here tomorrow?
The way you walked, my dearest autumn, will be erased and footprints gone…
For this morning I was but a grain of sand; but now I am a part of fondness.
You made me feel that I was there and you were there beside me.

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