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Hiraeth

I drove back in time to that place
Where the weeping willows
And the murmuring meadows
Veiled in denial and regret;
Where the constellation contorted
And the significant stars
Leaped into the ocean;
I tiptoed to that place again
In search for the calming meadows
In search for the lost stars..
As this Hiraeth unfolded
To redefine the Closure.

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