Love Abounds

Writing poetry can be a healing art
So, all my hurts be said,
‘Tis time to write, begin anew,
Start a brighter thread.

Sun is shining, nature thrives,
Cycles roll their rounds.
Winter’s cold brings sharper days,
Love around me abounds.

YAY!

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