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Mar 2015
tiptoeing through the grass,
i feel dew cling to my feet
and the earth sighs as i am
immersed in roral petrichor.

the iridescent sunlight bounces
across the petals of fleurs prairie,
and soon i am at a creek,
in complete solitude.

as i sit by the water, i ponder this:
i have learned from the welsh that
hiraeth means to be homesick
for a home you cannot return to,
or that never was.

i do not think that the welsh
meant for me to believe
that my hiraeth is for you.
i'm sorry
Marta Rampini
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Marta Rampini  united states
(united states)   
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