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Apr 2018
The Heron possesses nothing
but the freedom of its flight,
Into the great beyond
Where freedom has no price.
Majestic in its movement
Gracefully gliding by,
Gravity, an anomaly,
As it soars on through the sky.
The beauty of this bird
We seldom appreciate,
In my memory, I will hold thee,
Never to erase.
david o'neill
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david o'neill  27/Ireland
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