In reaching out a hand of love,
To touch another heart,
A seed of love is planted,
And so the circle starts.
From that tiny seed of love,
A garden grows and blooms,
Bringing forth a flower of hope,
That shares its sweet perfume.
For every time the blossom
Is passed from man to man,
The circle grows much stronger,
As they join hand in hand.
A never ending circle,
Will keep on touching hearts,
As long as seeds of love still bloom,
That were planted at the start.
~ Allison Chambers Coxsey ~
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