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  • Writer's pictureLaura Grá


Updated: Jan 13, 2020

My emerald isle,alluring ride in a generous land,

A blessed mist of historical recollections,

Coming to life with the move of a wand,

Fairytale chants with magic reflections,

A sea of myth lost in a drop of sand.

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