Belfast Boy

Behind an abandoned monastery

I came upon him,

the folds of his bronzed coat rusted,

half an arm kicked off by a rebel,

his tiny face weathered

from too many harsh Irish winters,

his soulful expression somehow mirroring

the country surrounding him —

troubled and weary,

yet exquisitely beautiful.

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