solstice*

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I come across that stretch of path
Breath catching in my throat
So white 

Blind and hardly daring
To take a step
And think of you

The winter stops the world frozen
My blood is getting sluggish colder fast
 
Younger Brother,
You made it to the other side



* mid-13c., from Old French solstice (13c.), from Latin solstitium "point at which the sun seems to stand still"

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