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When spring rekindles
barren land
I think of you-
your healing hand.
When summer’s night
spawns fireflies
I see the sparks
that graced your eyes
With autumn’s wind
a sultry blast
Your laughter echoes
from the past
With winter’s cold
I bid adieu
My heart is warmed,
with thoughts of you.
Whispers In The Wind 
Thanks…Everyone!
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simpy beautiful. I loved this one… as I’m sure anyone who has lost anyone would. My favorite verse was the summer one… happy, warm memories…
Thanks.
~smj
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So beautiful! You’ve outdone yourself on this one!
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Taking us through the seasons with you is a most fortunate ride. thank you.
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what a lovely remembrance shirley….
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No winter chill could exist for very long in your presence, Shirley, your words could warm the coldest heart. Whoever he or she is, s/he must be smiling, just knowing his or her memory is so treasured. Again, a very beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.
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