Wander-some
winds tumble
they blow
Gaelic whispers
sullen-
troubled
over the distantly
cold & briny
Atlantic
through
peat
and
heath
covered moors
images of a wistful
smile span time-
glean
space
to dance and prance
their Celtic steps
within
anguished
sleep.
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Hey Hermie darling, Love the new home for your amazing poems. xoxoxoxox Peter
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