Spring's hope is eternal.
Perhaps that sounds trite,
Remembering,as I do, your battle and pain
In the dismal desolation that is night.
Nature's death and demise in Winter
Give way to Spring's snow drops white.
There is a promise writ across the sky
In the swallows returning flight.
My friend, I know, I feel your suffering,
Even so, hold hard, we will see the morning's light
For my friend
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