{by Nancy Kate} Idir glafarnach na gaoithe Agus glór ollmhór na dtonnta Chomh chorraithe sin Ag pléascadh, Taobh istigh De m’intinn, Tá sé ag cur t h a..
The midnight cravings come crawling, creeping. The way an old lover slips sighing into new sheets After a long day’s long work, so far away. And you feel..