Stephen Wylie

There are two times in history,
Before Hendrix and after.
In a time of dull conformity,
Jimi came and set us free:
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How smoothly I swoop across a land
Haunted by mist.
Green and brown flow swiftly past,
An eerie dream of freedom.
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Cool rain brings freshness.
Tall stones glisten.
Pattering leaves above.
I wait beneath the canopy,
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Slowly winter's darkness lessens,
Solstice gloom abates;
As it does our spirit freshens,
Attains enlivened states.
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