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Longing in Autumn: To My Mom Overseas
When frosts become heavy and leaves crimson,
The emerald water shimmers on the horizon.
Who leans on a walking-stick
In the wind her white-hair stirring,
The silver seagulls dance.
She doesn't weep,
She longs for her son overseas
Not to put on warm trousers.
Hoary grass glowing, crimson leaves falling
Emerald water rippling, silver gulls lazing
Gray hair blows in the wind
Leaning on a stick, gazing afar
Year after year, eyes worn cold N’ sad
No tears shed, no ease in mind:
May the long johns keep my son snug.
In autumn
when the leaves and grass blush red and yellow
when the green lake-water shimmers silver
as seagulls rest around
She leans on a stick
Grey hair billowing in the air
gazing afar in hope
There she stands, looking for her son.
year after year after year;
Disappointed yet never shedding a tear
She's worried about one thing though:
"Is he wearing his warm pants?"
Shade of leaves turns autumn-red, frost-bitten
Enduring water flows to meet sky-blue
Cane in hand, tight and full
Eyes into afar
Grey hair blown in the wind, dancing the gull's swing
Cry, thou not, my dear Mom
Year by year, right here you are waiting
Just to say: forget not the autumn fitting
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