the moon knew all her
secrets at night
the clouds softly covering
the sky
like the curtains of a show.
she cried a lot that night
and the moon gently stood
to comfort her.
but it was a new moon
the next day
not finding it's presence,
made her anxious.
the stars blinked
to remind her that
it's still there
the wind was cold but
it became warmer to comfort her
but she cried.
and the moon watched sadly.
it was still there
but it was hidden
she couldn't see it.
i wish she felt it's presence comforting her
i think some things
are just meant to be felt
because nothing
stays for too long.
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Hiraeth: A Collection of Poems
PoetryHiraeth: a Welsh concept of longing for home. A type of homesickness, but for a home that you can't return to, or one that perhaps never existed. Aren't we all looking for home?
