Budlea Ni Mhaolfhabhail Poems

Look how the 'man' in her face looks
Down on a world in darkness below.
I, high on the delights of the day,
Remain silent, worshipping her beauty,
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Somewhere out there, the cuckoo's call
Haunts the empty, early morning streets
As she flits from ground to branch and back
Again, searching for her long lost nest...
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Three blossoms dancing -
Exiled to a country far away.
Baffled, buttressed by the breeze,
Leaves falling on the doorstep.
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