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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • Oct 9, 2025
  • 1 min read

It’s a new dawn,

time to forget the light of former days.

A new harvest, fresh fruit;

slip into the comfort of early shade,

let go of what is fading away.

Shed these tired leaves,

dance in the cool breeze.


It is autumn yet again.

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