POEM: The Spirit of the Airwaves
A Poem about amateur radio contesting
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17/11/2024
In the twilight of the year, when the veil grows thin, The spirits of old whisper, and the magic begins. From the mists of Tir na nÓg, they come to…
I’m piecing together fragments,With hands that tremble, and a mind that rages,Through the puzzle of my being,Each corner, holds a different story, Autism paints in vibrant hues,A world that hums…