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GAZAOs mo chomhair amachar an bhfuinneog cuileog gafa i líon damháin alla chomh soiléir le grian an mheán lae an líon nach mór dofheicthe cá bhfuil a thús a dheireadh ní fheicim ach streachailt na cuileoige cosa beaga ar mire sciatháin á ngreadadh go faon Cén fhaid a mhairfidh sé seo? Ar feadh na síoraíochta? |
GAZARight in front of meon the window a fly caught in a spider’s web clear as the mid-day sun the web almost invisible where does it begin where does it end all I see is the fly’s struggle furious little legs wings flapping weakly How long can this last? An eternity? | ||
