Love that is lost remains

with the green advent of next season’s rains

with the green advent of next season’s rains
with the green advent of next season’s rains
that start the trees to flower
that start the trees to flower
through their impetuous, unreported hour. —Rosamund Stanhope
through their impetuous, unreported hour.
—Rosamund Stanhope

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