Galway 1

The sun rose gold over
The cemetery at the exit
Of the city, before the
Locals were awake.

My new dear friend
Sat, asleep on the bus
And my oldest friend
Waited at the other airport.

And the thought dawned on me
That I was leaving home to go home.

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About irishstag2013

I'm an amateur writer, just doing this for fun. "Trying to find the magic. Trying to write a classic. Waste bin full of paper" -Natasha Bedingfield
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