Under the rays of the rising sun,
a thousand fires and
a thousand filaments
melt and intertwine
in one design,
Out of the mind
of those who wake up
after a long and cold sleep,
but that continues to create dreams
at the dawn of a new day.
Poem (C): Me
“The Coming of Bríde” (C): John Duncan
“Saint Bride” (C): John Duncan
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atram:
@1956firebird Yes, Brigid was a pre-Christian goddess that It became a saint many years later 😊😊😊
1956firebird:
Thought so. Christians stealing from the natives again 😄