Autumn
偲力 (2010-04-09 22:21:12) 评论 (1)when the migrating birds pass by, screeching
the cold, cold wind sweeps dry leaves
chilled rain like a storm snatches final warmth I have
you are away, away as the wind goes
my heart is hunting the silence
after the wind, in the dreary field
beyond the sea, touching your absence
sky turns orange, violating the dark trees
white dazzling snow flakes whirl in the air, sharp
deep fall wipes my last tear
I am happy
I am happy, I can write the saddest lines tonight
gobble me, evolve me, autumn
（October, 09）