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[title] => Croatia '82
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[bodytext] => curling softly in the sun
one man lies in warm grass & gazes across an azure sea and an island of white houses, church spire and roofs so red under quiet blue skies the Croatian day is so sweet so peaceful Heaven itself -o- we came down through the middle of the land down through sweet Slovenia with little farms of patchwork around every corner a haven and a wonder and then through Croatia & through Vukovar where the chills ran down the spine at ruined homes bullet riddled walls, blackened and blasted & gaping holes where summer windows had been & to the coast at last & torrential rains as if Heaven was trying to wash away the past -o- finally to Igrane in the night & in the morning such peace eating wild figs along the way feeling the deep quiet permeate our souls we explore the coast where the Romans came and built fine villas and gazed at the ever-changing colours we journeyed to Dubrovnik perfect jewel wonder in a wicked world survivor of beautiful dreams such peace in the towns such heart-aching peace & wild flowers ready-dried waiting to be picked & the sea a million variations of blue drifting home by the coastal road we are awe-struck at the beauty & stop for the night as a soft orange sun sets over the Adriatic -o- and in the morning to Split and the long road home to Austria where old & new are good friends and smile across the years but I will always think of Croatia I hear her whisper she sings to me come home [comments] => 3 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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