The texture of beautiful flowers oh so ethereal
The feel of a sudden zephyr hugging me, as I inhale the scents of nature
The fragrance of my surroundings oh so redolent
The litheness of my movements as I explore this breathtaking land

"This is it, this is my own paradise," I thought
As I imagined it with my eyes closed,
I unconsciously lifted my right hand, totally immersed in envisaging my own haven
Until I was hit by a sudden blow, a blow that firmly stated that I probably won't see it with my own eyes

This is the hiraeth of my mind, of my soul, of my heart
And this is the heartbreak that hurt me the most