the fossilized hibernian wild flowers
are very still but do not shudder
under the soils hardened shroud.
the mist buried long ago its
sullen regret. forgotten by the hills
and mountains it rest in the basins.
where the lilies gather in the morning.
the shamrock leprechaun's dance over
thier own graves, happy as can be.
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Magnificent imagery with intelligent metaphor. Long times ago it was wild, but now under mist. The life...life...illustrated well the pain and passion. Certainly an oil painting but with words. Great. Regards, pranab 10/10