Lost out there
A chuisle mo chroí,
How long did
You wait for me?
I've been drinking
Honeyed words,
Staring out
Towards the sea
Imagine, soon
We'll fall asleep,
Wrapped up in
Eachothers arms,
All our thoughts
Just broken chords,
Safe from all
Life's little harms,
For distance is
Its own sweet song,
It tells a tale
Both old and new,
The one you'll love,
They do exist,
In Hinterland
They wait for you
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Where is my walking stick? I will be in Hinterland before you have time to write another poem.
Spare, straightforward, the expression of attachment without being sentimental.
This is charming and holds a feel of a fairytale of love. It is dreamy and full of a mystical warmth. Lovely and a fave
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