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Jan 2015
Fish scales glitter,
under sun,
as the silver makerel run.
We trace the coastline with our eyes,
before we say our last goodbye,
drowning under amber skies.
Watch the falling,
dying light.
Fall into waves
to steal our sight.
Let there be no tears tonight,
drowning under amber skies.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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