these glitches are ephemeral,
pink and bronze sparks deep in my soul,
diamonds and golds is not worth,
with this vast love for you i have,
your hands intertwined with mine,
and your scent that i secretly inhale,
this daydream i wish to be true,
and this imagination i hope to exist,
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
PoetryA grammatically blemished metaphorical poetry, prose, harangue and statement- composed around late 2018 till early 2019-for the writer's regrets.
