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Ireland
Water crashes against an unmoveable stone face.
As white foam blows high like star's in the space.
My gaze reaches up and over rolling hill's of
beautyful green grass where bird's fly soaring high
looking down on a wonderous land as old as time but as
fresh as the morning dew.
Smoke drifts from a turf fire with colour's of white and blue.
Cloud's of soft cotton spread gently their beauty leaving
bright blue colour's with ray's of golden sunshine.
This is a place where time passes gently by with no time to waste.
Every moment want's to hold you in the palm of it's hand
softly wrapping you in it's beauty.
As you long to stay .
You have found a place like no other.
Along the Wild Atlantic Way.
Copyright ©
Damien Prouse
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