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My maiden motherland. Not of my blood, but of my heart. Your ghosts still haunt me. Your shores still call me. Your childrens eyes, blue as the veins that rule you, laugh within me.Your forgotten language rings in my core and warms me.Your dead sailors, facing the sea, stare into me and call me home. Eire, send your ships for me, so that these feet can feel the dampness of your Earth again.


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©27 April 2004 - 5:59pm — crisostimo
27 March 2006 - 1:19am — poetvg
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Exceptional penning, from El Paso - I read extensively and consider you a true find on PP - I'll be back! - Lady A