Ten

It is the day named ten

I set off the way of time

Autumn on shore of the rain

still hesitates with his chime

but horseshoes of the silent

and the breath of all of the bird´s mouth

talking from the misty island

in nostalgic for the south

And I like in the timelessness

I breathe wind into the sails

Our ship named windless

Sailing bodies with the nails.

I feel like I forgot to leave

the watching sky with broken face

there are burning leaves on the tree

and yesterdays of falling grace