

Sonnet Light RainSonnet
Light rain drizzles on rolling hills of green,
Dirt roads beside an ancient castles ruins,
A town singing and dancing as ales brewing;
I dream of Irelands beautiful soil, so pristine, By the sea, the moon makes the frothy water sheen, Sounds of music, boisterous cheer doesnt wake the babe cooing, Sun rises on ancient stones as emerald glades are dewing,
A land so pagan and Celtic, yet catholic is quiet the scene, Glimpses from the past of
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O.o. Samie .o.O
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