Let me weave
A note
A message
On the sand
Near the water
So it can disappear
Before it is read
Let me build
A wall
So high
No one can climb
But in the dark
I pray
Let the Great I am
Draw me the One
I am craving
A new song
Filled with sparkling stars
Sky's of Rosie rose pink
Craving tummy full of butterflies
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