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Kilkee

January 11, 2022
By Anonymous

The sound of waves crashing on the cliffside,

Birds chirping on a rock in the bay,

The wind rolling over the cliff tops emerald green grass.

Walking on these emeralds feels like an endless mattress

The shoulders loosen, and as if sitting at an invisible fireplace, it warms.

Those sounds fill my ears, the golden sunset reflects off of everything.

All thoughts silently slip into nothingness,

The water is a color never seen before.

I sit in cozy wonder

At an undiscovered beauty.



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