Rags frae the moon and tatters o sun,
We'll fly awa when time is done.
Wind for a sark; the sweet yird for shoon.
Rags frae the sun; tatters o moon.
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Great lines! Beautiful piece of poetry nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing John.