bite into a watermelon slice
once, then twice
perfectly sweet
the right red to eat
reminds you of summer, maybe?
it certainly does me
reminds me of a time
when I was young and carefree
YOU ARE READING
hiraeth.
Poetryhiraeth (n.) a longing for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. | a collection of poems from my life experience | || begin: 05 june 2020 ||
