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Arctic Sun
Oh Arctic Sun,
Where do you hide?
Oceans of diamonds,
shimmering brilliance,
Await to melt at your feet.
Wildflowers lie dormant,
Unsure of the season.
Crystal shadows, barren lands,
Night is their keeper.
Sands frozen in an hour glass,
Dangling on a moonbeam in time.
An icy world pauses,
anticipation builds,
For the arrival of it's King.
Golden beauty, Giver of Life,
The Day-star battles for it's thrown.
With laughing eyes, Darkness smiles
Casting a bitter veil of blackness into heaven,
Blocking the fiery rays of royalty.
The Arctic Sun retreats in shame,
Night has triumphed again....
© 2000, Marie (SweetRie)
One forgives to the degree that one loves.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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In the Algonquian language Wampanoag means "People of the Dawn."
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