The City Wakes

The city wakes at 10am,
Though early birds come in advance
To catch cups of coffee
While in a morning trance,

Before wandering aimlessly
About a strange summer sun,
(That, knowing this city,
Will not often come),

Bringing this old city
Slowly back to life,
Its shops and gardens
And beautiful sights.

Old Dublin is stirring
On a bright new day,
And the glistening Liffey
Will take us away.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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