Since you had collected and put the golden autumn leaves away,

the road was rough for countless miles to find the marks of poetry.

This autumn night, poetically magical, whispers ever so faintly. 

On the green bank, wild grass shivers, their souls entranced.

Far away, the dusk carries a sense of melancholy.

Here, feelings of love and affection rising in the heart.

Love, like glorious autumn, smooth like satin.

Leaves gently swaying like waves of long, silky hair 

Autumn returns, innocence lost in faltering steps. 

Echoes of resentment seem to resonate here and there. 

A melancholic  soul weaving a lonely tune. 

Stretching through years with unfading love.

Hope someone picks up the remnants of love someday

To weave a dress of evening silk  for me to wear. 

by VAD

translated by Vuong Thanh, 11.2023