A strand of silver at the edge of Samhain’s sky
The scattering sands, cowering seaweeds, wearing rocks and spraying foam, all obey the wind.
Darkness moved to the Atlantic to meet the angry sky
The light submitted, leaving the seaweeds ribbons to the dusk and gusts.
Ciaran Burke
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