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Oct 2010
Your soft words reach me
through the misty blue,
like the gentlest rain,
they quench the thirst
of my arid soul,
and bring to life
an aging poet's heart,
as he looks over the horizon,
for a new beginning.

(c) 28/10/2009
Written by
Paddy Martin
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