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Home again
Contributed by
chrismahoney
on
Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 09:38:38 AM in AEST
Topic:
happypoetry
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She is the colour of all envious eyes, The calm whisper of life, as one man dies, If you leave her arms youll forever regret, Her beauty is like no other, like the perfect sunset.
Ive left the love that gave life to my soul, Happiness took me elsewhere for sometime, now life takes its toll, Although her heart was always calling me home, I wandered a different land, treading in anothers loam.
I walk these streets, and take in this sordid view, Pondering the decision and reason I flew, To be living amongst the hearts of my fellow men Taking pride in our three colours, over and over again.
These envious eyes have now become my own, Her arms have welcomed me, her reason unknown. Ive always needed her, always wanted her hand, Im happy to be home again, in green old Ireland.
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chrismahoney
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Re: Home again
(User Rating: 1 ) by Artur_Drygalski on
Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 09:55:46 AM AEST (User
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GOOD WRITE !!
I Love Ireland...your a fool to have ever left for this "other loam"
Keep it up :)
Once again - I Love "Lonely Desert"
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Re: Home again
(User Rating: 1 ) by Deidra_Carmichael on
Wednesday, 13th July 2011 @ 11:17:20 AM AEST (User
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Oh wow! At first I thought I was reading about a young lady. I appreciate your metaphor that depicts Ireland's beauty. Perhaps I shall visit someday after all it is quite picturesque. Keep writing and God bless,
Deidra |
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