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My Gems

For all of us that see the spring

That turns to summer, simmering

Relief of fall, its cooling depth

The chill of winter felt like death

So many times the cycle spins

It ends as quick as it begins

But dull life is without its gaffes

Or constancy impatience lacks

The sifted silt that yields such gems

This tribute that I pay to them

They that weave their way like webs

Allegiance that quite never ebbs

As time might pass but does not show

This bond does not need such to grow

So deeply rooted, deeply grateful

Never touched by spirit hateful

And like I trust the sun to rise

The moon that braces darkened skies

The flower wilts yet buds on stem

Endures so do my precious gems…

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