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Two Seasons

Rivers of bright reds and browns sink into the soil, sugar maple surrenders to silence. Winter has little mercy for the colours of life. But in early spring, buried bulbs rise, ready for the new toil. The sun forces out a new drop of blood from the inner bark, desire born out of suffering pulls roots from beneath the mud. (this poem is from Eleni's pamphlet Autumn Dedications, 2015)

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Date: 6/20/2025 11:49:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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