A summer afternoon with warm sunshine,

The earth - a fresh green, the sky - a clear blue.

Leaves rustling and dancing in the breeze.

Orioles jumping from branch to branch, singing.

The wind’s gentle and caressing,

The air scented with the fragrance of flowers.

But how come in my heart, there appears a misty sorrow:

the rising of nostalgic longings… like the ocean tides in my soul.

Since millenniums ago,

the white clouds have been drifting and wandering…

To a faraway horizon… to other worlds.

It’s not yet the month of October,

but already I can hear the sounds of yellow leaves

falling…

and falling…

I’m feeling wistful for some place… faraway in the past.

Vague images from the deep of my subconscious

to some olden times

when the Moon Fairy still does not know

the meaning of sorrow.

Thousands of stars sparkle in the night...

 Whose ethereal music arises

a melody of the heart,

drifting with the smoke and mist,

in the vastness of the starry sky.

Across many floating worlds,

many lifetimes in the earthly realm,

I perceive, often in a hazy mist,

a pair of eyes

clear like water,

gentle like a flower,

deep like the night,

warm like sunshine,

a smile in those eyes,

sparkling like the stars,

captivates my heart.

And I lost myself

in the

sweet fragrance

of Intoxicating Beauty…