We were walking
By the amphitheater
At Clay park
While everyone
Was watching
The Irish dancing girls
We stopped to
Watch them-
Dancing in their
Dresses with
Irish family
Crests
& You said
'We should make Irish family crests & wear them to a party we have! '
I thought it was a great
Idea-
The girls danced into
The night
& We ended up having
That party
But we didn't
Make the crests-
We dreamt of
Excursions together
Many of which
We wouldn't venture
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Poignant, the bittersweet tale of love lost is a language that is universal, such a small insignificant event in once life becomes an emotional echo once the stage of reminiscence sets in. This was perfect.