Poems Of Comfort

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In the midst of shadows the truth remains clear…

Under the scourge of winder the silent moon declared, “If only Spring could come to drift away the cold air still.”

Silence offers its brief pregnant pause…Then a suddenly appears…

The glory of a new day emerges from darkness & that it surely did to Light! When Spring utterly Sprung………

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