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Chariots Of Fire

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Author: Ricky Hawthorne

Ricky HawthorneFebruary 13, 2019

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Chariots Of Fire

written by: Ricky Hawthorne

@searsjames

Incontrovertible the reason that I cling to oh so dear
Driving in concentric lines, these stallions of fear
Harnessed to great chariots, they drag all into night
Once chariots of fire, now whispers of that light

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Ricky Hawthorne

MAY 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Short listed for the Bridport Poetry Prize 2015

Graduate of Warwick University
Triple honors in Literature, Theater and Film

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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