Arlyn

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IN LOVING MEMORY

To Every Season

Morning follows
the black night
Plum blossoms grace
yesterday’s bare trees
Your heart
still heavy
from the darkness
will yet hear
the first birds chirp
You smell the fresh breeze
Your tears
fall freely
to water
the new
spring grass

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