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Oisin O'clumhain Poem
One knows it becomes romantic
Because it always rains from above
While we were inside the car
Tickling each other with love
A slice of pizza or scoops of ice cream
With a flavour of our choice
Goes smoothly with the sound of the sea's waves
I think the ocean has a voice
Copyright © Oisin O'Clumhain | Year Posted 2019
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Oisin O'clumhain Poem
I opened my eyes to see
A faint blanket of mist
At the earliest part of sunrise
As the fog began to lift
With my tripod
I could not resist
To take the camera
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Love in photography
The elegance in nature
Always so fascinating
Ever so peaceful
Beautiful to be
In the meadows
Preferably alone
The lake's ripples
Gleaming exquisitely
Looking at the clear water
Sometimes showing me
My own reflection
Insects and flowers
Animals on the fields
Lakes and rivers
People and myself
I capture them all
Not in a cage
But in a photo
For all to see
Not disturbing them
So I can return
Some other day
To see them again
In all their glory
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Oisin O'clumhain Poem
As the rain fell on our heads
I thought what we could be doing in our bed
Fast and wild as a freeway
As we kissed on the wet grey day
Copyright © Oisin O'Clumhain | Year Posted 2019
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