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Solstice of the two faces
silky sunlight stirs the air
then, falling supine
with motion spills upon striking tips of oak
clenched between bony fingers
a passing vision of life,
where lucid thoughts
and passionate needs
are found resurrected in a winter's day
the graves of yellow daffodils lie
beneath a blanket of fallen snow
inspiring faith in tomorrow
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