Springtime of Soul
Depression threatened
to rob springtime from my souland exchange it for dust,
only dust.
It wasn’t sunshine,
refreshing rains, birds singing
that transformed me.
God breathed in life.
Emptiness, dryness, tears.
Hopeless
Colors, Fragrance, Music
Miraculous
Only dust
God breathed in life
Miraculous
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