(26/10/1990 / Northern Ireland)

English Horses

Starting with old and new;
Strip everything apart.

Away, my love, away,
Back to the clear blue;

There’s no hate left
At the bottom of my heart.

Oh, I’ll show you inside me
Where the old horses graze;

Off old paper and through time
Under an English tree

Beneath a sky so white
With star-flecked haze.

by Naoimh Spence

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