Irish wildflowers
Great jovial bushels on the roadside
Soaking in the sunlight
Reflecting a pure existence
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Burning feelings, hot like lava, flow from my heart into my brain
Slowly moving, without pause,
As natural as rain.
In my skull my brain gets full,
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Occasionally,
The stars will whisper their thoughts
Into my deaf ears
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Cork Cliff
A cliff by the sea
unrelenting waves wear away
flowers bide their time
Padraigh Desmond is the coolest guy ever