Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Autumn

(This is a poem sent by a German friend.
Dated : 20.10.1996)

The wings of summer are withering
In beauty decayed.
Melted in the wonder of death
To open the mind for new presents
Rush of colors
Time of riping fruits
You are falling into yourself
Finding wealth
Sun and moon into a new light
Nothing is more lively then to die amused
Open yourself to the darkness
To see the light inside of you.

By Guido Klumpe, Germany

4 comments:

  1. this is beautiful, loved the imagery.

    thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving your kind words. your visit and words are much appreciated. :-)
    smiles to you,

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  2. This is so very nice, Cyclop

    "Nothing is more lively then to die amused" -- very agreeable :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  3. Jessie...thank you. Really appreciate your visit.

    Devika...perhaps you have some truth in that:).

    Venus...Thank you buddy.

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