LARKIN, Maeve
This was published in the following publications on 30.09.2018:
Irish Times
LARKIN Maeve (Twenty-seventh Anniversary, October 1) -"You crept away in the cool,
still of the night,
To yield to the beckoning
of a tranquil light,
On a sea of roses you've set sail
for euphoric lands,
Yet I can gently close my eyes
and still hold your hand" - Isolde.
LARKIN (Maeve) (Twentyfifth Anniversary) -"You crept away in the cool,
still of the night,
To yield to the beckoning
of a tranquil light,
On a sea of roses you've set sail
for euphoric lands,
Yet I can gently close my eyes
and still hold your hand" - Isolde.
LARKIN Maeve (Twenty-eighth Anniversary, October 1) -"You crept away in the cool,
still of the night,
To yield to the beckoning
of a tranquil light,
On a sea of roses you've set sail
for euphoric lands,
Yet I can gently close my eyes
and still hold your hand" - Isolde.
LARKIN Maeve (Twenty-sixth Anniversary, October 1) -"You crept away in the cool,
still of the night,
To yield to the beckoning
of a tranquil light,
On a sea of roses you've set sail
for euphoric lands,
Yet I can gently close my eyes
and still hold your hand" - Isolde.
LARKIN Maeve (Twenty-ninth Anniversary, October 1) -"You crept away in the cool,
still of the night,
To yield to the beckoning
of a tranquil light,
On a sea of roses you've set sail
for euphoric lands,
Yet I can gently close my eyes
and still hold your hand" - Isolde.
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