I wrote this short poem on a rainy Saturday afternoon. The kids were playing by themselves. Their cheerful sweet voices filled the room and my heart. Looking outside of the window, I saw the empty streets paved with ailing yet still beautiful autumn leaves. I saw cars passing by, in their determined pace and with their heavy body, mercilessly crushing the leaves, taking away the last drop of the juice of their life... What a sad thought! I thought of my father, it had been three years since he left me in that autumn, when the sun was shining high, the sky was blue, the apples were becoming golden and the leaves were just turning red. Autumn, the season when nature gifts us with the most delicious fruit, yet it allows precious life to end, in those magnificent colors. What an irony.
 
Days
Along with the leaves flying in the wind
Wet gold-colored leaves
Scattered happiness,
With the smiles of our children
Smiles we give to strangers
Why are we fragile?
Can it be that we are just like autumn leaves
Shining in the sun, dull in the rain?
If leaves had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would they, could they?
 
Life
May be beautiful and yet
Always too painful to live
We often choose to wait,
For summer to fade, darkness to grow
But the rainy days we can not endure
Why when I cry, I see leaves flying, swirling?
Leaves that were once beautiful
Finally buried in the earth
Asking me, should we, could we?
…Come back