My Autumn

I wrote this poem in August 2006. I just found the golden leaves and cool air such a melancholic view. 

Life languish like the falling leaves,
Vanishing with the last beam of twilight,
Golden waters, golden skies…
Cool days, cool nights…

Press the silver upon my dying crown,
Cradle the relic of yesterday’s hopes,
Is there a future watching over me?
In some way, I want to believe…

Put the colors on my palette
So I can paint the color of humanity:
Ashen faces, jaded thoughts…
Raven wings, red destinies…

Although one’s hourglass is running out,
When I waste to dust, colors will fade,
But let them burn while they can…
Let them flicker in the wind…

Perhaps then life becomes a miracle…


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