May 2017
The strong autumn wind
frees me, moves me, like
the river that carries
a twig. The trees bow
their heads and the
leaves hang trembling
as my soul is swept
away in its grandeur.
frees me, moves me, like
the river that carries
a twig. The trees bow
their heads and the
leaves hang trembling
as my soul is swept
away in its grandeur.
