In the mind
I am not gone,
I just am not here.
In written words.
My eyes are not friendly
with the glare of the screen
So I go inside.
Danu still lives, and
Iona journey continues
within my mind.
With every passing day
the vision becomes clearer
to the pre history world
And Danue will continue
on her journey through time
to Alexandria
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I hear you and am glad to be near once again these days of my aging, this poem speaks
I hear you and am glad to be near once again these days of my aging, this poem speaks
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