Whitered Leaves

One after another are falling,

 the dry leaves,

One after another… They are faking

the ephemeral life.

One after another roll;

the dry leaves;

One after the other… Parodying

chimera, dead

Like him landscape, desolate,

you have the soul;

one after another have undone

your illusions.

Freely translation of a poem by Teófilo V. Méndez.


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