resurrection
spring
has melted
the warmth
of summer
pumps blood
through the veins
of this
resurrected
soul
has melted
the bitter
icy snow
icy snow
the warmth
of summer
pumps blood
through the veins
of this
resurrected
soul
Beginning
There’s
A slow
And steady
Warming
Of hearts
There’s
A slow
And steady
Forming
Dreams
A quietly
Growing
Comfort
Of companions
A subtle joy
Of newness
On the pathway
To beginning.
This must
Be
How
Love
Grows.
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