Forty-Sixth, and Heaven
shamrocks
bow
in silence
— sorrow
cranberry
tears
pool together
a rolling stone
stops in London
at forty-sixth,
and heaven —
as the radio
waves,
stand still
Rest in peace, Dolores O'Riordan.
Published on Twitter @live_the_light Jan 15th 2018
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