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Mar 2015
I’m dying in the dark doldrums,
as the endless winter drags on.
I thirst for sun, it’s engaging reach,
without it I wilt, crumble to the earth.

Like a plant in spring I reach for sunshine,
rise through covering dirt stretching tall.
Opening my arms as leaves, I absorb it,
every drop of gold energizes my being.

Summer brings warmth for growing,
I bathe in the pouring sun beads.
No more dreary winter nights,
fresh and green, healed, my spirit ablaze.
Emma
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Emma  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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