Thursday, October 17, 2013


From autumn leaves to the empty baskets
Dreams travel to reach up to the sky roof
There in the evening oil lamps
A season chisels fine words
And heartbeats

From the bell  post of temples
                             There emerges a symphony
                             And in autumn leaves earth writes
                             In orange gold
                                            An epitaph for the buried dreams

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