Origami

James Long
Jun 18
1 min read

Under the sun, the same, when the earth was young, again

The druids and bards attest, they say

that every tree in truth contained

A soul, a truth, and twelve secret names

How many have you then

my wild bonnie fox?

In how many tongues must I sing?

What rites and what poems?

What dances in spring?

A chuilsle, a chuisle mo chroi

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