Have you ever found yourself unaware of the passing time?
Have you ever felt like you are living your winter, with only your summer in your memory?
Have you ever recognised that your autumn passed unnoticed ?! And your summer has turned into winter, without warning?
Sonnet 57
A thousand pieces my branches are torn
And a thousand beams is scattered my light,
As if the autumn which has just been born,
Is gone ! Leaving me in a freezing night.
What lot, to a heart that was full of fruits,
Smiling with ripeness in the yester eve,
Yet coldness has crawled to its vivid roots,
Ice did rejoice, and seasons did deceive.
Where are my yellow time? Where is my fall?
Why are my leaves falling, when they're still green?
When did my harsh winter secretly call?
Why my young fruits, down on the dirts are seen?
Grant me a night, to spend again with you,
Before I lay waste, all my old and new.
