Fallen.
Drifting aimlessly
on a sea of grief and pain,
the leaf cradles a teardrop.
Offers refuge.
Embodies hope.
Just as winter awakens to spring,
our deepest sorrow harbors the
seed of hope renewed.
Hope renewed.
by Susan Ring
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