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Figures dancing on the half waves

Figures dancing on the half waves

Sooth the dreaming swans

The water is full of quiet

After its journey from the Wicklow hills

Her mind boiling

Her feet on a treadmill

Taking her away

Far away

She is drawn to the lock

Full of a constant thunder

An eternity of darkness

That is oblivion

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By timmyconway

By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poetry

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