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
I dream that we
Could 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
That might be true,
The one you love,
They do exist,
In Hinterland
They wait for you
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
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.
I'm too slow I know š
Missed ya Uncle Dave ā„ļø
I'm still here, waiting with baited keyboard for you every move...š
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
Thank you Soren, such sweet words ā„ļø
You are most welcome Kora
This feels like a soft exile speakingāhalf longing, half belief, like love still breathing across distance and time.
Thereās a quiet tenderness in it, like hope refusing to fully give up on being found.
That's exactly what I was going for ā„ļø
Thank you so much for your lovely comment š„°
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