#WritcoPoemPrompt39
Changing seasons mark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning...
Like old scars healed by new skin.

Changing seasons mark new beginnings,
Like a newly married couple embrace new innings..
Like a failing man who yearns to see himself winning.


Changing seasons mark new beginnings,
burying the leaves of misery behind...
Hoping to bloom in fresh sunshine.
Waiting for fortune to chirp like a bird
and free out of old cage without saying a word.
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