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Nov 2016
A gentle breeze passed by my face
I closed my eyes to feel it more
A tender touch from nature's grace
Days like this I do adore

A gentle stream went flowing by
Making song with rock and stone
Softly sounding, almost shy
Peaceful waters seldom known

A tree stood still, yet waved at me
With gentle branches stretching out
My mind in trance how this could be
As nature takes her walk-about

Moistened leaves began to cry
But birds still sang their songs from branches
Singing out, the clouds came by
They yielded not and took their chances

Now time and tide will never wait
It's time for me to leave this place
On this day I'll close the gate
And let the sun to sleep with grace
Píaras Ó Cíonnaoíth
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Píaras Ó Cíonnaoíth  Ireland
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