Autumn
Autumn
The wind strokes my cheeks
The leaves whirl by I whirl with the leaves
My naked body remains
Without thought, without soul, without feeling
Bereft
I am in another world
But my body is in its right place
I try to collect my thoughts
My naked body running between the trees
I lose connection with myself
My body runs and runs
But where is the soul
I gather myself
I see the body lying in the grass
My own body
My body is dead
The soul flies up
Often I have not seen the autumn
But I save the memories
The wind strokes my cheeks
The leaves whirl by I whirl with the leaves
My naked body remains
Without thought, without soul, without feeling
Bereft
I am in another world
But my body is in its right place
I try to collect my thoughts
My naked body running between the trees
I lose connection with myself
My body runs and runs
But where is the soul
I gather myself
I see the body lying in the grass
My own body
My body is dead
The soul flies up
Often I have not seen the autumn
But I save the memories