Poetry

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When the season changes
It is time for a new beginning all over again.
A renewal of ways
A new mode of transcript.
Yet retaining the precious memories of earlier ways.

When all other channels are out of reach
It is time for a new trend.
To recapture the glory of the past
To return the aura of the golden days
Which somehow got lost along the way.

When life challenges at every turn
It is time for a new age.
A new dialect to be followed
To ensure that feelings are made known
So hearts are not far away.

When time reckons at every point
It is time for a new moment
To prevent the wounds of division
From setting into the hours.
To salvage the last vestige of friendship.

When words are spelt in black and white
It is time for a new language
To say the words that can heal and mend.
When love needs to be conveyed
It is time for a new era
A display of assurance every other day.

Maria Franco 

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