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This is what there is of love:
possibility though there was little left,
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discovered.
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composerinthegarden, I love that you love it…(glad to hear from you)– yes, so it truly is…
I love this poem, Cynthia – the imagery of transformation is so powerful.
Loved your poem… I especially appreciated your association of love with “possibility though there was little left” …Very meaningful…Thank so much…
Ah, and so it often can be…thank you, ymary819
Two superb photos with good verse
…coming from you, a pleasure to hear…
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