The Winding

between the tiny threads, the seeds, a root
softly brushes beneath those painted toes
when up from the darkness, a song emerged
thoughts of spring and new beginnings
smells like fresh cut grass and hyacinth
finds for you a painted sunrise pink and new
the winding years weave together visions
leaning intentions toward reaching dreams again.

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