Concealed Dechnad Cummaisc
A bouquet of shamrocks glisten,
they call magick;
Under a rainbow they sprout high;
This sky? Classic;
Golden sunshine adds to the glow,
What a vision;
Leprechaun’s pot hidden details,
mischief hails fun;
You think it’s found so you give chase,
rushing a field;
Met with just grass and a chuckle,
coin haul concealed.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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