Spring Song

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O deep heart of sorrow
that sees no sign of life;
Buried in the snow drifts,
filled with winter’s strife;
Kept in stone cold darkness
bulbs are sleeping still,
Waiting for the turning
of the dreadful chill.

Suddenly we see it,
faint new green so dear;
Like whispers in the wind
signs of spring appear.
Shouts of joy in silence
bursting forth in song,
Promises of goodness,
carrying me along.

~~~ Anna Lin



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