Treochair Poem☘️ No.8 – Solstice Eve

Written by Carolyn Crossley VixenOfVerse

#treochair #irish 

Find me here
among the ancient amber
shore, where I live in great fear.

Hold me close,
comfort, caress, and kiss me;
do not make me more morose.

Let us leave,
for I am weary of this
sad, salt shore, this heathen eve!

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