Ireland

All those green fields.
That Rain and strong winds.
The raw looks on your horizon.
Warm hearts, which will never pass me while in pain.
All those conversations with the moon.
All those runs on the beach.
Night by the fire that kept us warm.
All that humour,
all those laughs,
all those nights full of crack.
Drinking night with one point, sure we be grand.
I’m missing all your perfect imperfections.
High rocks,
dancing tunes,
acoustic singers.
Sense that doesn’t make any sense.
Smiles that never disappears, even in the pouring rain.
I miss all those friends of ours,
one big family when we are equal and go on, have a tea.
Ooo, how you understand me,
how you hugged me in those cold nights to sleep.
My home,
my resting place.
Ireland

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