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"Bona Cuncta Largėris" (From Whom All Good Things Come)
I pine for you and long to taste your sweetness;
to savor scarlet gems, the divine mysteries;
to be filled like a river, flowing with crimson wine.
Now in your birth
you spill forth the seed - the fruit of life.
With rubies red we will adorn you,
and with abundant joy proclaim:
Poem and color photograph © copyright Anitra Redlefsen, 2002
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