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@ Poetstry
2025-02-19 06:31:05The #wheel turns slow, a holy grace, Through #seasons etched on time's embrace. My children grow, like tender trees, Beneath the winds, and whispered pleas. From #Pascha's light to winter's keep, My heart finds solace, buried deep. The #Theotokos watches near, Dispelling doubt, and drying tears. Each change a lesson, gently shown, As seeds of #faith are newly sown. In every dawn, a fresh rebirth, God's gentle hand upon the earth. #OrthodoxDad #Family