In the shadow of the mossy stones, Where whispers of old wounds reside, Seamus scribes in quiet tones, Stories of…
In the heart of emerald fields so green, Where tales of old and new convene, An Irish family gathers near,…
Beneath the emerald canopy, our hearts entwine, With whispers carried on the gentle breeze, In the land where myths and…
In fields where shadows whisper low, The earth remembers silent cries, Heaney’s words like rivers flow, Beneath the troubled Irish…
In the heart of emerald fields so wide, Where ancient oaks and soft whispers abide, The gentle winds carry tales…
In the emerald fields where the clover grows, Beneath the gentle skies, a soft love flows. With whispers from the…
Beneath the sky of endless gray, Where whispers of the past still play, The emerald fields stretch wide and far,…
Beneath the sweeping skies of emerald green, Where ancient stones in silent circles stand, The whispers of the past are…
In the emerald fields where whispers dance, An Irish family finds its stance. With laughter echoing through the age, Their…
In the emerald heart of Eire’s land, Where the wildflowers gently sway, Two souls entwine, hand in hand, Amidst the…