Quince Is the Sunrise of a Woman
|Quince is the sunrise of a woman|
Underneath the canopy of love.
In her again life's gift of youthful grace
New dawns across an old, familiar face,
Chanting in the wind through which we move,
Ecstatic at the joy of being human.
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