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The strandhills
I awaken in the vault.
Deep in the heart of the strandhills.
Place brought me heaven and hell.
Standing the cliffs watching sails.
Ireland you'll always be my home of origin.
Also where most of my tears dwells.
I've danced with the devil on rainy nights.
Stood helpless watching witches cast spells.
Colombia is my home now.
I bid you bitter farewells.
Deep in the heart of the strandhills.
Place brought me heaven and hell.
Standing the cliffs watching sails.
Ireland you'll always be my home of origin.
Also where most of my tears dwells.
I've danced with the devil on rainy nights.
Stood helpless watching witches cast spells.
Colombia is my home now.
I bid you bitter farewells.
Published 23rd Jan 2023
Author's Note
Burying friends is never easy especially when it's the last from your childhood.
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9th Feb 2023 10:21am
Dear L,
I can only relate using childhood home to my own home. I can only imagine the chasm of feeling between childhood country to adult country. You’ve painted a lovingly poignant memory in this write. H🌷
I can only relate using childhood home to my own home. I can only imagine the chasm of feeling between childhood country to adult country. You’ve painted a lovingly poignant memory in this write. H🌷
