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Ciaran Burke
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I carried the rock and held it closeIt’s mass increasing with each stepas the weight of its burden increasedI gathered it tightly […]
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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We wear our masks we nod we talk with our eyes to greet with hidden face no smile invisible words beneath the […]
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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 […]
