by D.S. Maolalai
hillwalking together,
toward the edge
of the howth-
head horizon,
looking at the sea
which lies,
flat and peaceful,
like a blue
uncrumpled scarf
hung by summer-
time door. Continue reading
by D.S. Maolalai
hillwalking together,
toward the edge
of the howth-
head horizon,
looking at the sea
which lies,
flat and peaceful,
like a blue
uncrumpled scarf
hung by summer-
time door. Continue reading
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