Softly blow O autumn winds,
Still attached stalk to the stem
life fluttering
on the verge of eternal quiescence
drooping existence
breathes heavily,
the last hue of hope in me is pale now
Softly blow O autumn winds…
Let me see another dawn swaddled in ochre,
Let me embrace another tepid gold sun,
Before I surrender resistless to nothingness,
Let russet dusk to sing an elegy song
Before my ashes mingle to the dust spreading
over the bosom of the earth
Softly blow O autumn winds…
Photo credit Oliver Hihn
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