“I left the house in bad humour and walked slowly towards the school. The air was pitilessly raw and already my heart misgave me. When I came home to dinner my uncle had not yet been home…I sat staring at the clock for some time, and when its ticking began to irritate me, I left the room”
my heart is aching
longing for Dublin
to walk down the streets
through the mist,
heavy clouds protecting its charm
taking refuge in a cozy pub,
hearty stew warms my feet,
covered by my rain-soaked jeans
an overflowing pint of Kilkenny comforts my heart
the laughter of the pub regulars calms me
so much unpretentious beauty
it embraces all those who love her
the pull of Dublin overwhelms me
I will come back to you, my love
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