3,296 Total views, 2 Views today
By: Aso Jabar
My soul is brimful from a storm of a dream
A sorrow of an Autumn will take me
I turn to the rain and I will rain on a tryst of a garden
Drop drop
I will pour under the feet of an Autumn flower
I will pass between the lines of those slept leaves
That lifted from the soul of autumn
Even the trees are high
They will be washed by the rain
Even the gardens are big
Cannot bear of an autumn dream
My heart is full of broken emeralds
A storm of love is taking me
To a vinous street
To an autumn city
Full of gardens and empty of gathering
Full of streets and empty of friends
Full of yearning and empty of humans
My heart’s love like a taciturn hell
Cold like sorrows of an evening exile
Streets like a huge cage
Brimful of birds and gaze
Trees dryer are gazing at their shadows ….
Oh how we are eerie ….
Translated by: Shillan Jabbar