Autumn

bristy dijo:

Leaves have fallen down
sad people everywhere
only lights in town
strange panorama in the far.

Constant roaring of the wind
chilling temperatures
warmt is here hard to find
the landscape fury reigns.

Steal is pressured
people are bearing
intimacy chattered
loneliness spreading.

From a far it's hard to see
up close you get intrude
the most beautuful time of the year
raindrops bumping around you.

Can you hear the whistle of de dunes
the crisping sound of dying leaves
it's time for recovery
while all life falls asleep.

Preparing for winter
in no words to describe
the darkness reings now
but colors are present.

There is nothing else to do
than getting back to forgotten times
Breathing the life again
standing in the autumn rain.

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bristy dijo:

Leaves have fallen down
sad people everywhere
only lights in town
strange panorama in the far.

Constant roaring of the wind
chilling temperatures
warmt is here hard to find
the landscape fury reigns.

Steal is pressured
people are bearing
intimacy chattered
loneliness spreading.

From a far it's hard to see
up close you get intrude
the most beautuful time of the year
raindrops bumping around you.

Can you hear the whistle of de dunes
the crisping sound of dying leaves
it's time for recovery
while all life falls asleep.

Preparing for winter
in no words to describe
the darkness reings now
but colors are present.

There is nothing else to do
than getting back to forgotten times
Breathing the life again
standing in the autumn rain.

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Dvaldés dijo:

No domino el inglés, traduje el contenido... el alcance de lo que expresa transporta a ese mundo frío en invernal. La soledad que se muestra fría, buscando calor en la gente. Hermoso querida bristy. Siempre un gusto.

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silveriddragon dijo:

:-o

Me imagino un otoño que llega con ese aire frío y la lluvia.

Al final hay un sentimiento de aceptación ante algo natural "no hay nada que hacer". Eso es algo que me gustó bastante por que le da una conclusión al poema acerca de que la vida sigue... como sigue el ciclo de la naturaleza.

Un gusto leer :-D

Saludos Cordiales

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bristy dijo:

Leaves have fallen down
sad people everywhere
only lights in town
strange panorama in the far.

Constant roaring of the wind
chilling temperatures
warmt is here hard to find
the landscape fury reigns.

Steal is pressured
people are bearing
intimacy chattered
loneliness spreading.

From a far it's hard to see
up close you get intrude
the most beautuful time of the year
raindrops bumping around you.

Can you hear the whistle of de dunes
the crisping sound of dying leaves
it's time for recovery
while all life falls asleep.

Preparing for winter
in no words to describe
the darkness reings now
but colors are present.

There is nothing else to do
than getting back to forgotten times
Breathing the life again
standing in the autumn rain.

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bristy dijo:

Leaves have fallen down
sad people everywhere
only lights in town
strange panorama in the far.

Constant roaring of the wind
chilling temperatures
warmt is here hard to find
the landscape fury reigns.

Steal is pressured
people are bearing
intimacy chattered
loneliness spreading.

From a far it's hard to see
up close you get intrude
the most beautuful time of the year
raindrops bumping around you.

Can you hear the whistle of de dunes
the crisping sound of dying leaves
it's time for recovery
while all life falls asleep.

Preparing for winter
in no words to describe
the darkness reings now
but colors are present.

There is nothing else to do
than getting back to forgotten times
Breathing the life again
standing in the autumn rain.

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spring dijo:

Bristy, me da gusto encontrarte en este foro, con un lindo poema de otoño, tu mirada poética tomo sus dulces notas para escenificarlas aquí.
La esencia del otoño reside en este párrafo:


Can you hear the whistle of de dunes
the crisping sound of dying leaves
it's time for recovery
while all life falls asleep.

¿Puedes oír el silbido de las dunas
el crujiente sonido de las hojas moribundas?
is hora de recuperarse
mientras toda la vida se duerme.

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Ulpiano dijo:

.
How beautiful is this poem about autumn that you have written with such deep inspiration, dear friend and poet "bristy"!
When reading it, we think we were seeing a lively portrait with all the nuances of autumn: the sadness of the people who
are affected by it, the roar of the wind, the temperature that produces chills, the loneliness which increases, the drops of the
rain that collide when they intersect, the leaves which creak when they agonize and fall. But there is also joy in your poem:
the joy which remains as long as life sleeps peacefully and the return to the beautiful times forgotten, in order to breathe
life deeply again.

With my congratulations, a big, fraternal and respectful hug,

Ulpiano

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Guadalupe Cisneros-Villa dijo:

Fall is actually one of my favorite seasons. Living in Texas we do not have the privilege to have all the seasons like some of the states up north. You have written a well-versed poem and it was a delight to stop by to read it.

Hugs and kisses

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bristy dijo:

Leaves have fallen down
sad people everywhere
only lights in town
strange panorama in the far.

Constant roaring of the wind
chilling temperatures
warmt is here hard to find
the landscape fury reigns.

Steal is pressured
people are bearing
intimacy chattered
loneliness spreading.

From a far it's hard to see
up close you get intrude
the most beautiful time of the year
raindrops bumping around you.

Can you hear the whistle of de dunes
the crisping sound of dying leaves
it's time for recovery
while all life falls asleep.

Preparing for winter
in no words to describe
the darkness reings now
but colors are present.

There is nothing else to do
than getting back to forgotten times
Breathing the life again
standing in the autumn rain.

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Alecctriplem dijo:

Si, el otoño tiene ese toque de melancolía sobre nosotros, es todo un placer leer tus expresiones en otra lengua. Felicitaciones amiga bella. Abrazo.

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