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Jan 2017
Our Walk on the Beach.

The whispers of the ocean, Play among our toes
As the water grows colder and the time only tolls
Emerge to the sand, Warm grain of your hand
Caressed softly into mine, Digits of ours intertwine

Tide whirring in, Surrounding our souls in froth
You lit up my life like I was a moth
Drawn to the light like a candle in the dark
Retreat to our home now, As the sun sets stark

Our minds the wither of winter
Our Souls the bonfire of June
Hearts raging on like the piper
Who keeps on forever playing our tune
i wrote this thinking about a walk i took with the woman i love
Conor Martin
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Conor Martin  Belfast
(Belfast)   
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