Schools of fishes
Swim in patterns
Between fingers
Dipping into current

And reams
Of wistful wishes
Slip off my tongue
To Softly linger

Like traces
Of little kisses
Placed upon
Sun warmed skin

Evoking elation
Somewhere
So deep within
Somehow akin

A willing sacrifice
To Brigid
And inspiration
Of long lost
Worship of a
Goddess

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