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Solstice; though clouds now hide the sun

Dawn winds rumbling through Gillsman's Wood

Muffle the chorus which has just begun.

Solstice

And I've decided, as I knew I must,

To move away from deadlines, to run

The race that raises me from out the dust

To fly unhindered until they are gone

The hypoctrites, the cynics, the unjust,

Who dare come between me and the One,

Solstice,

Brian Hick June 2015

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