Circles and fire
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Around and around the circle goes,
from old grey heads to tiny toes.
Never ending , never broke,
always there as Nature spoke.
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Can't be changed or moved away,
Winter to Winter, day by day.
Man will try with words he spoke,
Time will laugh, it's just a joke.
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When darkness brings but Natures cloak,
burn the fires near trees of Oak.
Moon lit night of Stars so bright,
sings the past of praise and rite.
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Hear the voices far and faint,
never early ,never late.
Drifting on the midnight air,
dancers prance with beauty fair.
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Morning Sunrays start to creep,
o're the sky of purple deep.
Sounds across the distance fade,
gone to rest the rituals laid.
Ramses