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Snowdrops in May
When we walked past deserted tombs decaying near crumbling fort, in festering city filth and in blistering August heat We searched the marshy forests but snowdrops eluded us.
In the windy March days While my garden bloomed with candy striped petunias, and velvet lips of perfume, and swathes of riotous colour filled us with joy, snowdrops still eluded us.
But yesterday, I smiled in wondrous rapture as snowdrops, gleaming white emerged suddenly, from the brown hard surround and wafted past my lips!!
Here in the Indus desert town in hot and dusty May they glistened like fresh salt pearls gathered from the sandy deep.
And my parched soul was filled to the brim with the wonders of His Earth.
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