Fruition
Last winter’s freeze,
summer’s awful drought:
trees subjected to
harsh conditions.
Lord, still my doubt,
let faith, like these,
grow to fruition.
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A Shanzi: 4/5/5/4/4/4/5, no rhyming requirement. L1 & L2: a subject, L3 & L4, what is affected by the subject, L5-L7, a new thought that complements the original.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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