Through All The Seasons Of Mercy

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Crimson leaves upon the vine;
Partakers of your suffering love.
Soon to drop, and fall, and die,
Bearing life into the earth.

Memories of former days,
When in your light the life blood flowed;
Recalling moments,
sounds of jay –
Celebration of the spring.

Winter white shall shroud your passing,
Covering o’er the mournful death;
Only time can reawaken,
Bursting forth new life at last.

~  Anna Lin

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