I want to sing bright lines
Solid lines
Lines of truth
Bearing the brightness of the dawn
Slowly appearing
Then finally
Like the sun rising on Kanchenjunga
Purples deep and rich
Filtering into pinks
Rushes and flushes
Dripping down the snow
A river of morning light
It’s in full flight
I’m captured
Spell bound
Found with you
My glorious Song


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