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

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Then you came

Then you came, my Lord!
And the dark face of night changed.
Thy word, sweet birdsong,
seeped, deep, in our hearts, soaking,
raising from depths of despair.

Welfare unto all



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