My hands held aloft, ⠀ The Sun touches my palms⠀ And the heat and wonder⠀ Soak in and all the way through,⠀ Like light⠀ Through a prism⠀ Of countless colours. ⠀ ⠀ My face to the Sun,⠀ The head caresses my visage,⠀ And makes me think ⠀ Of summer days gone by;⠀
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Stretching across time,⠀ Moving incredibly slowly⠀ Like a moment frozen in amber. ⠀ ⠀ My prayer dfrifts upwards, ⠀ To that goddess or god⠀ In the Sky⠀ And ignites in proximity⠀ Blessing descend as the desire⠀ Is blown like dandelion seeds⠀ By the winds from the Sun.
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