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?

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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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