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Kari Nieves Poem
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York birds like to fly, ducks enjoy more, sea waves feel its voice, joyful trees dance along.
When the wind blows in a sunset New York the Sun beholds the clouds, cheerfully smiles, stoping the night to come.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York a thousand colors make love in the sky, clouds and buildings hug each other in a colorful dancing shine.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York inspiration arrives, writers create stories with its magical voice.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York storms may arise, find their way, feel alive.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York broken hearts laugh, finding endless peace touched by its calm.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York perfect waves are shaped, the sea finds a peaceful way to bright.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York people always find hope, it could be cold but the wind and the colors of the sun secretly make them warm.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York
sparkles in the water laugh and glow. They find a mirror in the sea to show. Reflections of the skyline frame are perfectly painted by the brush of New York sun.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York you can see people's dreams flying along in every color on the sky, struggling to come true, finding a way to survive.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York I secretly smile watching myself inmersed on the colors of the sun .
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York art is totally exposed, fully hearty. Art is dancing there, artists are invited to join this colorful party. You can find yourself there to create, whatever it is in your head,to feel its touch. Photographers, writers, dancers....they all go there to enjoy.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York little kids have fun, riding their bikes, just showing their innocents smiles.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York couples kiss, laugh, hug, sharing their love, finding new smiles inside the colors of the sun.
When the wind blows in a sunset in New York I find myself writing for hours on a bench like today, reading endless words inmersed in the lights of the sun with no rest, listening to the voice of silence singed by the wind, not willing to stop until the sun goes.
Everything could happen, all you can imagine, my world is full of magic only when the wind blows in a unique wonderful sunset in New York.
Copyright © Kari Nieves | Year Posted 2021
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I'm just lying down here, immersed in New York Fall, watching the trees whispering through the wind, telling the winter not to come, begging the cold to leave me alone, to set me free.
Fall do not go away this time, stay with me, make me smile, let my lense catch the colors of the next New York sunrise.
Winter is coming, I can feel it here, inside my bones. I'm still shivering from cold while I am writing this, but not alone, just comfortly inspired by this beautiful sea of orange leaves painted with a brush of joy.
I do know, one day golden leaves ?? will be gone, white frosty? mornings will be the new tone. Winter is coming, snow is knocking on New York's doors. It won't stop, but if I'm lucky I still will be here closing my eyes, trying desperately to make it short.
My bed of leaves is still brown, I can peacefully sleep in its cozy bliss, just craving for an endless fall, hoping that today time stops in New York and golden ??autumns don't succumb with tomorrow's winter call.
By @lestherkarina @justnewyork4ever ©
Lesther Karina Nieves 12/04/2020 ©
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Today I found the perfect bench to navigate in the silence, to peacefully hear all its voices and maybe writing one of my creepy stories.
Voice of distant sirens, planes flying, birds singing, voices of calm.I am just waiting for the early night...it is just 5:00 pm and it is getting dark. I cannot see my old friend, the sun, he is hiding around.Somehow he managed to leave me here in the cold with the lights of Manhattan skyline.
What the buildings have to say tonight? I still do not know, I am here just to discover it what is inside of them. I am just focusing on their lights, their shine, their whispers, their words.. I just want to stop to stay, just want to stare at them for hours, just listening the magic voice of silence.
There is a bridge far away. It is foggy, I barely see, it seems to be Whitestone bridge. Whitestone Bridge What do you have to say? What about your red lights? I can see some of your red spots.
Suddenly, I got distracted by a loud strumbling noise. There is a plane flying over my head, now I come back to feel the lights mirroring in the water, it is beautiful, reflections are sharing with me old city stories.
I feel the skyline lights, they are touching me, New York City is telling me to calm down, is telling me to not cry, to see its lights in my darkest nights...just like tonight.
I feel alone, the buildings are my friends, Manhattan is my soul. I just want to be there, walking in the city, breathing its air, flying inside that fog, running away, playing like a child in the snow.
My first winter in New York, I am shivering from cold, I feel I cannot write anymore. My hands are telling me to stop but my heart is telling me to go on, to write some more. I'm hungry, I have not had lunch, I was in a rush. I just wanted to come here and write with the sun but now he is gone.
I cannot stand here in the cold, the wind is pushing me away, my perfect bench is grabbing my legs with its invisible arms. I feel them, bench's arms are hugging me strong, telling me to stay, but for today I said no, I am struggling with its force, I will stop.
Goodbye cold, goodbye New York, goodbye my hidden sun. I hope tomorrow when I come here you are not gone.
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@justnewyork4ever
@lestherkarina
Lesther Karina Nieves©
12/12/2020
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