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Ciaran Burke
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The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.
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The beauty of the lightpainting the river in colourbuildings in spectral decorationcelebration and jubilationCrossing the bridge walk past another on cardboard beddinga […]
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Crying, my first sounds,and I cried for two years more.I cried for hunger, I cried of anger,I cried for love, I cried […]
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Follow the clip clopping from Thomas Street, Billy kicks a door, Bob hangs on the wall, Hidden from the shopping on Thomas […]
