Friday, December 2, 2005

Walking The Wicklow Hills Comments

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Breezes of the ages whisper through the pines
While crystal droplets join in flow and tumble
Over the jagged edges and under the timeworn turf
Scented by the purple haze through fine mist and fog.
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