Until one happy wondrous day

When love so tenderly drew nigh,

Lifted your tiny hand of green

And turned your face toward the sky.

The oleander blooms for me,

In dawning splendrous beauty,

I planted it so tenderly

And love has done its duty.

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SHADOWS

Shadows—gray symbol of a broken faith.

We cling to hope—in hope we find

The symbol of a broken heart.

Shadows—gray bleak gossamer web

Of what once was woven ’round my heart.

We slink within thy domain—the land of shadows.

For still we hope.

But knowing always, that a broken faith can never be restored

To more than it was—a Shadow.

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