by 2725dlEnnis, Clare, Clare, Ireland
Mar 2013 495 Views 2 comments
Atlantic Wind....
Oh! how you howl and moan,
Toning my day,
Taking colours away....
Rushing in from,
Atlantic side,
Full of pride,
Your strenght,
you ride....
On your journey,
Cross the land.
But you must tire,
Hence,
Spring breeze,
Your souls at ease....
10/3/2013....
Liza Mc Beth....
Toning my day,
Taking colours away....
Rushing in from,
Atlantic side,
Full of pride,
Your strenght,
you ride....
On your journey,
Cross the land.
But you must tire,
Hence,
Spring breeze,
Your souls at ease....
10/3/2013....
Liza Mc Beth....
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2013
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