Cold and wet early one morning,
when one walked it was
through mists and fog,
the wind,compassionless.
A blustering autumn day.
Walking past old brick buildings,
decored with iron railings and dim lamp posts that flicker
if one looked,
one would realize one was standing in the midst of an end-
Golden wet leaves quivered on invisible strings to
their pathetic little tree branches,
pine needles carpeted the grass
who awaits to turn yellow and dry.
Silence.
Everything is falling into a deep sleep. Dying.
Everything must die, it must go through the pain,
it must let go, it must fall…and still it radiates beauty.
through mists and fog,
the wind,compassionless.
A blustering autumn day.
Walking past old brick buildings,
decored with iron railings and dim lamp posts that flicker
if one looked,
one would realize one was standing in the midst of an end-
Golden wet leaves quivered on invisible strings to
their pathetic little tree branches,
pine needles carpeted the grass
who awaits to turn yellow and dry.
Silence.
Everything is falling into a deep sleep. Dying.
Everything must die, it must go through the pain,
it must let go, it must fall…and still it radiates beauty.
So winter can disguise the death, and prepare a new beginning.
-Gabriela Yareliz Gonzalez
GABRIELA YARELIZ 
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