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LONELY SHANNON WALK
You held my hand and led me
by the Shannon Walk
among the reeds and spooky slopes
when the night was dark.
It was good to have you near
feel your body close to mine
as we walked hand in hand.
Your firm grip shielded me
from slipping on the shiny wood
into the lonely Shannon waters,
on a cold winter's night.
You steered me through the floods
and messy ground as we neared the end.
And then you held me close,
sharing a few of life's moments,
before we drifted away into nothingness,
like all of human creation
moving on its lonely course,
with moments of beauty
to keep us sane inbetween. |
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