Solstice song
Our sun has now grown cold,
we are in winter’s hold
the days are waning.
Now, past the deepest night,
our hope burns bright –
yes, hope burns bright,
for now the sun will right,
now light will soon return, the days again are gaining.
For the whole poem, go to 16.12.09
For the whole poem, go to 16.12.09
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