Dooagh Beach
1st November 2017
The grains returned, movement of millions, smuggled by the ocean in the night.
Lying golden for the world to see,
famous and proud.
Weak winter sun lights lonely stones in their rippled repose.
Ciaran Burke
The grains returned, movement of millions, smuggled by the ocean in the night.
Lying golden for the world to see,
famous and proud.
Weak winter sun lights lonely stones in their rippled repose.
Ciaran Burke
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