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Dawn's honey

Prompt challenge: Use at least two yellow things in a poem without using the word "yellow." My response takes the path of dawn—whe...

Monday, March 30, 2020

Into thy hands

Thy bountiful care,
blessed for the grace of thy gifts.
Trust in thee, you grant,
answer to all our prayers.
Into thy hands, we commit.

Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.


Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 
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2 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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