Hiraeth (meaning Longing)
for the time we are apart
to look at you
in a melancholy way
after I have crossed the sky from
a million miles away.
For I do not belong
in either land
I am restless from
two distant places
a mirage of emotions occur
from this time passing
my celtic identity
is one of language
it nourishes my spirit
my heart is divided in two halves
though we walk
under the same sun.
Avie.
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