Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Irish

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In the way that most of the wind Happens where there are trees, Most of the world is centred About ourselves. Often where the wind has gathered The trees together and together, One tree will take Another in her arms and hold. Their branches that are grinding Madly together and together, It is no real fire. They are breaking each other. Often I think I should be like The single tree, going nowhere, Since my own arm cannot and will not Break the other. Yet by my broken bones I tell new weather. Paul Muldoon