Within the silent clash of blades,
shy scarlet globes within green stems
hide with their heads bowed
if you know where they live.
In the thatch of another world,
snallygaster crane flies become
fairies within the grass forest
we part to share the light
of twenty-one springs together
in these hills with generations
of cattle, with all the wild gods
and goddesses as our witnesses.
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