In the Willows, I Wept Among the Reeds by Jessica Ni Leacai

Had happiness held my hands heartened in sadness,
Would I wake in a wonder of wanton faked?

If love’s languishments lept me from ladders above,
Would I not prolong these punishments proved wrong?

Should sorrows seep soundly into my shivering horrows,
Would I ache my arteries anchoring for armour’s sake?

Or would weep like willows withering in waters deep,
In drowning diplomacies declared destructive in my frowning?

This poem can be read on poetry.com –http://poetry.com/poems/233243

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About jessienileacai

Irish speaker and artist. I love music, art, languages,literature, history, travel, photography, and comedy. I love Ireland, my heritage, the old ways and the beauty and people of this small island and its surrounding tiny islands
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