"My Autumn Venus"

At the time of browning sun thrown up,

If you feel the wetness of longing,

Just believe as cause of these fogs;

The dream walked merely about a stone’s throw,

After you had cried deliriously;

The bitterness from Yesterdays,

Would be vaporized on your cheeks,

Just as two rivers, they’re quietly and comatosely descended;

It you hear the jolly song of bells,

If you see the bulbs twinkle at around of dell,

Do convince that, your old grand friend in a red long coat,

Is coming right there with pileup of gifts;

Tear down the blizzard by your annoyed blow,

Let the Sasquatches run to North Pole;

Your lovely pout is really such a goad,

So be hazy all atmospheres in a mode of Lucifer’s blink,

But I think it’ll more apparent,

As you show off a dove that performed by the link of snows.

Kyaw Linn Htoon