Woman of many winters and few springs <br /> the step of the time already left in you <br /> its irrefutable print <br /> the summer already left with your adorable youth <br /> the sun already doesn't rollick with your shade like before <br /> stars no longer dance in the sky <br /> and the moonlight doesn´t illuminate your autumnal figure <br /> <br /> Woman of many winters and few springs <br /> already the raindrops that caressed kindly <br /> your sculptural figure and sweetened your angelical face; <br /> Today they are already only memories that live in your soul <br /> transformed into storms of solitudes. <br /> <br /> Woman of many winters and few springs <br /> You were the graceful happiness of the street summer <br /> with flavor of freedom and fleeting loves. <br /> Today in the autumn of your life <br /> still waits at the sunset <br /> with the look lost in the infinite <br /> for who promised you the heaven <br /> in a lustful night of summer <br /> and left in the morning. <br /> <br /> Woman of many winters and few springs <br /> Please! ! <br /> don't wait more for who never will arrive <br /> in the autumn of your life. <br /> because when he went away, leaving you <br /> not only stole your heart but he took away your joy <br /> and only a memory he left you <br /> the sad smile of the sad-eyed girl <br /> who every afternoon accompanies you to the pier. <br /> <br /> Woman of many winters and few springs <br /> real life is this way.<br /><br />ENRIQUE ALBERTO HURTADO MINOTTA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-of-many-winters-and-few-springs/
