Belfast Echoes

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Belfast Echoes

By Paul McCann

Dandering down through the windy city,
I spied my fancy one.
I nodded with unspoken thoughts,
the echoes of someone.

Knowing well these streets may keep secrets.
It’s grace where love makes it’s home.
Linen lovers by Lagans flow,
where Flaxy people roam,
past windows.
Belfast echoes like the corner boys
in back street brawls.
Shankill serenades.
The bells echoes ring loud up the Falls.
Wee boys and wee girls:
We walk and we talk.
We give peace in a nod.
Silent words we speak.
The echoes are rights given by God

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