My Irish Blessing To You,
May the wind always be at your back
and may the energy to face it never lack.
May the rain on your face be gentle and warm,
and may all of Gods angels around you swarm.
May the river you cross be calm and clear,
and may the soft dry grass always be near.
May you walk your roads with ease and grace
and may my love for you place a smile on your face.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Tick-Tock | 0 | 05/29/2021 |
| The oceans and seas | 0 | 09/24/2017 |
| Still | 0 | 09/24/2017 |
| My little boy | 0 | 06/02/2011 |
| What a person is | 0 | 11/25/2010 |
| Final Call | 1 | 09/09/2010 |
| For all to see | 2 | 09/24/2009 |
| My Irish Blessing To You, | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
| Last Breath | 3 | 08/07/2009 |
| Calm | 2 | 07/16/2009 |
| Dear old friend | 4 | 07/15/2009 |
| Blue Moon | 5 | 06/02/2009 |
| Madness | 4 | 06/02/2009 |
| Sleep | 6 | 03/15/2009 |
| Nightmare | 5 | 03/15/2009 |
| Mariner's soul | 4 | 03/15/2009 |
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