Nature Always Wins - Poem by Dermot McGarthy
The tricolor of blue,
Mingles with the sea's essence, and,
Newly born memories of you,
Like the cascades of pink and green,
In the after-light of the fountain's hue.
The sound of the waves crashing,
Like deafening applause,
Lauding the star that is,
Our wondrous journey so far.
Following our own Pied Piper,
On a road filled with music, stories, and words,
Crevices, cracks, pot-holes, and ancient herds,
Of spirits that have passed along this way,
Whose whispers on the evening breeze,
Can be heard wondering,
Which way Fate will sway.
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