Ireland
Green isle of fighters and lovers, poets and patriots! Here legends linger, and medieval rite and custom are rite and custom still, even in the practical Twentieth Century.
Time softens grief.
A fluttering heart that feels it first romance.
Times takes it toll on summer days.
A playground and a youthful heart with which to play.
An instant later according to two hearts: an hour later by the clock.
Nature is kind and grief is short-lived in the heart of youth.
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