New Era University
Brick and mortar dreams,
a striving for knowledge,
a haven of learning,
in the city's sprawling reach.
Not just a campus,
but a tapestry of voices,
of lectures and whispers,
of late-night studies,
a crucible of minds taking shape.
The bell's resonant chime,
a marker of time,
a rhythm of classes,
a cadence of thought,
a call to gather, to learn.
Ancient trees, wise and tall,
witness to generations,
of scholars and seekers,
of dreams pursued,
of futures forged.
Libraries, silent sanctuaries,
holding worlds within worlds,
pages whispering secrets,
of history and science,
of art and philosophy.
Chapel's quiet grace,
a space for reflection,
a moment of stillness,
amidst the striving,
a pause for the soul.
The spirit of community,
woven through the halls,
a sense of belonging,
a shared pursuit,
a collective journey.
New Era University,
a place of transformation,
a beacon of knowledge,
a space where minds ignite,
and the future is written,
in the hearts of its students.
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Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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