Clouds of Faces Drifting . . . By

For anyone
Who’s ever loved me
Each who stopped to care
For the prayers
And helping hands
The smiles and the laughter.

What means so much to me is that you thought of me.
That is why I love you—you think of others.
Y
ou have been yourself with me.

spring rain
in fertile soil
a seed


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