Sitting on a bench in Dun LaoghaireMy soul aches, wearyWatching the waves crash upon the rocksAlone, my mind talksSpeaking of people, places, and thingsBirds resting their wings Wind soothes me
Passionate poetry, sharp short stories, and random rants
Sitting on a bench in Dun LaoghaireMy soul aches, wearyWatching the waves crash upon the rocksAlone, my mind talksSpeaking of people, places, and thingsBirds resting their wings Wind soothes me