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Jun 2015
I cut a lonely figure
On a deserted shore
But the ocean and I
Have a special rapport.
In this moment
And in this space
With the spray of the sea
Stinging my face,
I felt the tension
Slip from my bones,
Slip into the water,
Into the unknown.
Her whispering waves remind me,
However far inland I be,
As long as there's breath in my body
I will feel the call of the sea.
And I whisper right back to her,
And she soothes away my fears,
Restores to me an inner peace
And makes her ocean from my tears
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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