Hiraeth

A poem

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In shadows cast by twilight’s grace
Where whispers linger, in sacred space,
Hiraeth calls a gentle sigh,
A yearning born below a starlit sky.

Through valleys deep with ancient trees,
Where echoes dance on an evening breeze,
My heart’s own compass, ever true,
Guides a mind wandering back beyond vistas new.

In distant lands and bygone days,
Hiraeth weaves its mystic maze,
A tapestry of longing’s thread,
Through memories of paths believed once tread.

Though miles may stretch, and time may flee,
My soul’s home whispers, “come to me.”
For hiraeth binds me, heart to soul,
In the yearning ache, I find my whole.

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