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Seasonal

by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

I once was as the limber branch
but now become the torpid trunk.
I sparkled under summer suns,
but now in dusky shadows hide.

Spring leaf has turned an autumn hue
The autumn scene borne frosted ice.
As winter grips in burning cold,
Comes next the springtime of the soul.

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Saturday 6th March 2021 8:30 am

all that I am   meditation   path of life   seasons   short poem

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