Ice falls in sleets
Over roofs, and there
Was once a frozen being
Dying on the streets because
Someone decided that she wasn't
Worth a life that deserves infinite living.
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Hiraeth
PoetryHIRAETH- (n.) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which never was. Previously: Songs Of My Lonely Soul. *** A Song Of My Lonely Soul. A Ballad Of My Heart Whole. A Story That Was Never Said. When We Find It To Be Dead. ...
