The Vintner The world fills his eyes ears, mind with prose, from his lips pure poetry flows. (summer) butterfly of faith emerges overnight from cocoon of belief (fall) gems on a necklace bows on the tail of a kite autumn geese in flight (winter) longing for rest like my soul in the breeze a stray ash floats (spring) new life stirs today from seeds planted long ago watered by our tears
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