Not On A Wind Swept Hillside Poem by Paul Larmour

Not On A Wind Swept Hillside



Not on a wind swept hillside
Not on a sun parched raft
Not on a cold dead ice floe
Not in a heat scorched desert
But in a barren empty bed
That is the loneliest place
On earth

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Paul Larmour

Paul Larmour

Northern Ireland
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