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Barna Woods

in the black swamps of Coill Bhearna

dead trees wore tights of patterned ivy

 

and in a passing spotlight of sun,

some moss, gave an outstanding performance.

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Written by
ceara
Irish
Published
Jan 12, 2011
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Coill Bhearna - Barna Woods

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