I didn't die at Easter
I died in April
rejecting the spring
hearing thoughts
through sentences in contradiction
that between is clarity
no one thing of deep meaning
when all is painted into one picture
without memory
is truly to be free
This poem was published in
Golden Hour - Hora Dorada and Beer Book
you can buy it by send a message with your address to
colm@ciarnain.com it costs 12€ + postage
here at Litteraturcentrum Kvu
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