Blarney stone that must be kissed,

upon the young  secret wish.

Leprechauns hide in the trees

Equinox calls winter’s eve.

Promising a rainbow’s gold,

tales of Gaelic undertake old.

Celts beckon their clover green,

caftan plaid skirts the genome.

Threnody hushed from the past…

renaissance wishes forever last.


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