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Enchantment Song of solstice, enchanting drums, rite of passage tangled in time, stars and rhythm – hear troubadours beyond fire, tempestuous hands tied to tempo, Babylonian… Wandering ghosts, their silhouettes fell in a trance; eyes, oriental, under veil of exotic sky, waists dressed with bells, calico dyed, chilly pepper, dancers respond to tambourines, strings of pleasure. Whirlwind of love, song of solstice, enchanting drums, as music fills shortest of night, Penelope will not find sleep – I’ll never tell who stole her heart, as crimson fell on ancient stones. © Nat Hall 2008

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