fate
is like wind
it can be gentle
and calm
but it can
also turn
into a storm.
our love was
like a ship.
fate could do
anything
with our sails.
but he;
he was like
water.
if you held him
in your hand,
he would leave too soon
before you could
even let go.
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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?
