Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan
Thou speaks to me of spring –
What dost thou know of spring,
Canst thou explain
The seedlings pain
Suffering this eternal thing.
Thou speaks to me of strength –
What dost thou know of it,
Canst thou be strong
Amidst the throng
A broken piece that does not fit.
Thou speaks to me of love –
But tell me, is it true,
Lest ye first know spring and strength
Love does not know you.
©1974 Sharron R. McMillan
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