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A Haven in Mind
| Posted at 08:33 AM on May 22, 2009 |
A haven in the mind
This land has molded me
has scolded me like my father
in shades of grief unspoken;
spiritually tethered to it’s acres.
Divided from one another by boundaries
walls, flags, street names and the
isolation of tribal words.
My thoughts often turn inwards.
The landscape of the soul changes
when i wander the Tyrone hills
filling my soul with moss coloured
songs; of how nature always finds a way.
Seasons blend into one another without
much argument; they have a spirit of
their very own and follow it no matter what.
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