The dark blue junipers,
now unreserved,
Awakened by the melt
of winter’s ice.
With hearts of sandalwood
they’ll be preserved,
If memories of warmth
might be lived twice.
Melting
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I love this prayer
To be awakened like the dark blue juniper coming through a long lonely winter
And strengthened by the sandalwood
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