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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...

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Thy pious name

In thy love, we rise,
relishing gracious blessings,
basking, in Thy gifts.
Thy pious name, breath of life,
the very chant, sustaining.

Welfare unto all 

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