Poem – Celtic Islands

i am naïve 
to this part of the world

but my fancies often here 

roam and love her mysteries sore.

Like a blue vase of white roses

dripped in the morning mist

i see an Irish ghost

dancing in the breeze.

Here the darkness steals

the light’s charm and icy winds 

hum the Celtic tunes, and bring

the golden fairies down, to play

hide and seek in the misty woods 

and kiss the snowy lakes and

laugh and sing.

Such is the charm, that’s loosed

upon this enchanting land

and surely lulls my frantic fears 

stiffened by nightmares, 

and fill my days 

full of praise… 

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About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.
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