The trust of you,
So inexplicable,
In forgiveness,
In the greening of spring
And the graceful surrender of winter,
With dandelion tea and a song
left in voicemail -
With the justice of bread
With hard work, and warm blood.
When cold threatens the core of me,
Shakes my faith clean to the bone
When I am left afraid, and barren, and in harms way,
Will you remind me of the embers deep i me
Left burning, that once were
Ignited, withflame too hot
Even for poetry to control?
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