Embers, the past in embers and the leaves full of life now withered.
Fall, when the world gets covered in a crust of caramilsed sugar and cinnamon.
Where every leaf is a flower. The last breath, the last burst of life, natures crescendo.
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A refined poetic imagination, Pablo Gonzalez. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.