The Language on an Autumn Morning

Yasu Na

On an autumn morning

I only hear the noise of traffic

From the world.


The world is quiet all the more

As if my parents were dead.


There are no ideas.

There are no messages.

There is no language.

My inner world is just full of feelings.


I suffer from feelings.

I need language,

But autumn develops the quiet.

  • Author: Yasu Na (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 29th, 2020 00:42
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