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Ireland (Poem)


Her airy voices carries freely in the chilly wind,
The sounds of the icy waves echoes towards the inland.
Echoing to the cottages,
Echoing to the never ending forests and meadows.
She welcomes me.
She takes me back in time.
To a time where it was simple.
To a time where life had more meaning and worth.

Standing in this country,
I feel better.
Lighter, fresher, and stronger.
She fills my soul with strength,
She fills my heart with love.
This country is breathtaking,
Unlike most.
She captures the hearts of men and women alike.

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