AUTUMN KISS

by elpis xanthe
(Quezon City, Philippines)

As thee whispers into the ears of the pure elk-sea,
the trees of the lands of the sun echoes thy voice
o'er the court of glory...
Rest oh sorrowful stone of the shore of thought...
On your sleep he'll come, ye seed of peace will be sown
Bear its fruit until he come to gather them again.