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In The Poem

Copyright 2012, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

She saw my face in a dragonfly
And then a snake that came inside
Then she thinks she is the bride
And runs away so she can hide.

Brigid, she was there to see
So there could be the poetry
Showing love how it was free
Assailing love its mystery.

Dagda knew when there again
The firey arrow in pointed pen
That raised the flesh the skin within
For in the poem is where she’s been.

And the wind and the fire is the heart of hearth
And a smile and wave to where it starts
And a chill is warmed in the still moving parts
Leaving forever Brigid’s  mark,
In; the poem…..

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