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.
Ciaran Burke
Fanore Beach 29th April 2017 Across the dunes dotted with gentian blue, to where the shades of grey sky lie fallen on […]
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