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My Resolve
They have left
Like leaves from a tree
They will not return
Blown by the wind

Water rises
And falls
Leaving me cold

In the stillness
I hear the air
I see a flower
And am transfixed

A cicada chirps
Wakening me
I look up to God

His word endures forever
I will move on

By chrisnewman

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