I split the dawn
clutching my pen
and thoughts of You
and words
roaming round my head
the clock runs on
I won’t let go
of my marker
and my clipboard
and thoughs of You
like flowers blooming
in my head
a pink haze dawns
the writing never ceases
in the meadow of letters
knee deep in letters
in my head
and I find new ways
to praise You
You are praised
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