LXIII
gabh mé, a shearc
ceansaigh mé rithimse leis an ngaoith
tar led’ shealán
is le briathra suaimhneacha
rófhada mé san uaigneas
capture me, beloved
tame me i run with the wind
come with Your noose
and with calming words
i’ve been too long in the wild
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