High Hopes
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We have travelled
through winter
with its painful
windows of hard frost,
the fire in th grate
empty with dead ash,
to see blood buds break...
springing out of
hard pruned punishment
into hopeful glory
of future summer roses
on our pallid, sorry cheeks.
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