Isn't she amazing?
Perfection in her flaws.
The joy that fills you, when you see her from afar.
Imagine being with her!
As you've witnessed the skeletons hidden in my closet,
And seen the scrolls I hide from man.
As you've seen this love, I carry for her.
You might wonder why people call me mad??
Let me tell you a secret...
I have never met her before.
She only exists in my dreams.
This is why she is my Hiraeth .
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Hiraeth
PoetryA man of distress, With eyes denied of sleep at night. Yet his mind wanders dreaming in the day. Such a cycle driven by a deep longing, a hunger, and love for a woman. Hence, a compilation of his persistent and intrusive thoughts of her... His Hira...
