New Is The Word. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

New Is The Word.

New is the Word.
New are the Thoughts
New cadences
New rhythms
New beauties
New accents
New pastures
More lush more green
All places where more beauty ought to grow
Many a line has my tongue sang:
That I envy my own self
Such my desire to exceed the Past

Friday, January 26, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: places
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