I reshaped my verses, transforming them into beacons of solace, dispatching messages of comfort across the expanse of silence. With careful hands, I reassembled the stanzas, each line a tender stitch in the fabric of my spirit, allowing this soul to mend its frayed edges with time’s gentle touch.

I altered the cadence of my rhymes, transfiguring them into mirrors reflecting the essence of my being. Upon the parchment of this poem, I etched my mark, a testament to change and continuity. For within these words lies the inevitable truth that all things, like verses and seasons, must find their finale in the grand tapestry of existence.

©️ Beatriz Esmer