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There is no dream like flowers
There is no snow – but rain.
There is no love unkindled.
There is no song for pain.
Flowers die around their seed.
Snow melts to quench the dust.
Love dies in the growth of comfort.
Faith builds the house of trust.
Copyright © Linda Cable | Year Posted 2007
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