Wednesday, July 3, 2013

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Many lives ago and far away, but still I can't forget that fateful day.
Stark white dress against the dark and ragged fjords, below a sky of silver grey.
Icy rain that stung my cheeks, the howling wind that cut me like a knife,
The memory returns from life to life, the final moments of a Chieftains wife.
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Patrick William Kavanagh
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