I sense no coming storms, no rogue waves,
Yet dissonance stirs from Spiorad Naomh.
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It is neither the words nor the melody
but presence of the Spiorad Naomh
commingling with my breath of meaning.
From the murmuring depths
of heart, soul and mind.
a lilting opus heard:
‘Changing of the Tides’.
From the murmuring depths
of heart, soul and mind.
a lilting opus heard:
‘Changing of the Tides’.
When the perfume of words become so familiar, why does its freshness wane?