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The Boots

Walking boots are donned early morn

Into nature witness the rising dawn

Spring Solstice what could inspire more?

Forgotten stone circle upon empty moor

Coolness felt upon my essentially bare feet

Eyes closed, sense sunrise, harmony complete

Warming rays invigorating body and soul

Oneness with all elements at once whole

 

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