Transformed Poem by Robin Dhanoa
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In Spring delight,
Invoke my eyes to the fire,
My Spirit that does desire.
What in me is bland
Spice my margins, my narrow channels of blood.
What is low, raise and support
My life from the ground.
Risen from the Earth,
Lives brightly in my body,
Blossomed, Heaven aloud.
By: Robin Dhanoa (C) April 2022
Saturday, April 30, 2022
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