Shelly's Poetry: Off the coast of Ireland

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Off the coast of Ireland

In times of stormy weather he carries two things, possess the power, ice-cold passion, the low beat of tom-toms. Strange, there’s a new young moon — the moon still sends its mellow light. In ships all over the world desire weaves its fantasy of dreams. I wonder how it feels — the land?... and now... Sign in to see full entry.

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