Arhive etichetă | autumn whispers

Frunze de soare…/ Leaves of sun


“Nothing dies as beautifully as autumn.”
― Ashlee Willis, A Wish Made of Glass


Strălucește aproape
o lumină din colțuri de stea
desprinsă dintre șoapte de toamnă
strecurate stingher,

cufundate în raze
mângâiate de trecere…

culoare de soare desenate aprins,

decupând moale
pe harta tăcerii,

drum din frunze de soare


Shining so close
a light from corners of stars
piercing through long autumn whispers

seeping shyly,

sunken in sun rays
caressing the passing…

on alleys of steps brightly lit,

outlined softly
on a map of quietness,

a pathway of leaves 


“Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings