AUTUMN SONG
At the earth’s twilight,
The breath of the long autumn
Turned the ground yellow.
A vague wind wanders,
Like a bad dream in sleep,
In the pallid solitude.
It lifts the leaves, and sets
The leaves down, and turns and stirs,
And fades yet again.
But the leaf finds no rest,
And the pallid wind turns
And dies in the pallor.
I am no longer who I was;
What I dreamed, I have died to;
And even who I am today
Tomorrow I shall say: Would that
I could be it again! Colder,
The wandering wind returned.
"Fernando Pessoa"
I am sharing photos of landscapes, moments and experiences. Nature and sea are the most visited themes in my photo collection, but any attention-grabbing aspect can be photographed. Hope you enjoy it...
| Category | #thediarygame |
| Location | Havana - Cuba |
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