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October lights up (the round of months)
October in Autumn has just returned to school.
Discreetly in our hot lands,
Blue has left its place for grey
And the freshness settling in, surprised the mistigri.
In the undergrowth, the scents are exhaled.
The browns, the reds, the yellows, the yellows, the golds, burst
forth In the painting that Mother Nature invents
Retouchant les couleurs, matières vivantes,
Au fil des jours, des heures, untiringly.
The mists blur the subtly
fraying landscapes, like moving
scarves that caress a languid nature.
Even the sounds seem to have dozed off
Hopefully, the return of the star of the day, lurking.
And October, suddenly lights
up Under the rays of the sun that walks,
Shortening the morning shadows,
October in Autumn has just made its comeback.
Discreetly in our hot lands,
Blue has left its place for grey
And the freshness settling in, surprised the mistigri.
In the undergrowth, the scents are exhaled.
The browns, the reds, the yellows, the yellows, the golds, burst
forth In the painting that Mother Nature invents
Retouchant les couleurs, matières vivantes,
Au fil des jours, des heures, untiringly.
The mists blur the subtly
fraying landscapes, like moving
scarves that caress a languid nature.
Even the sounds seem to have dozed off
Hopefully, the return of the star of the day, lurking.
And October, all of a sudden, lights
up under the rays of the moving sun,
shortening the morning shadows,
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