Autumn

The dead sun
cold a ground.
It's venomous rays
blind my eyes.
decayed ground
go away under me.
The autumn is soul,
a destroying anguish.

I feel a touch of
a eternal dream.
It will save from
ill thoughts.
Around only
ocean's silence.
The solitude's
universe.

The strengths release
a empty flesh.
The mists of a vagueness
cover me.
The last wind
take away a grief.
And I'm alone
in my emptiness.