Feb 2017
Love,
God;
fruit on
the vine
of innocence,
withered, in
the wake
of Spring.
My Life-
incessant
struggle
in the
great
task,
to bring
Spring
back
again.
God;
fruit on
the vine
of innocence,
withered, in
the wake
of Spring.
My Life-
incessant
struggle
in the
great
task,
to bring
Spring
back
again.
Love is all, all is Love.
(25/M/Colombus, GA)
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