Memories of her flow through my head,
like her history full of beauty and dread.
The majesty lies in her heart heavy like a stone,
without all, her secrets I could not have discovered alone.
Her cliffs, castles, abbeys, delight
when the flocks of tourist bed for the night.
Her love I must leave to an untold year,
and with much pain and a salty tear.
Chris L.
Photo donated by Carole L.
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