Hiraeth

When days go by in sleepwalk,
When you tend not to burden people,
with you.
When there’s a sharp echo in your head,
And you do not know where the sound is coming from…
Could there be echo
without sound?
Could there be sleepwalking
without sleep?
When you doze off and wake up in unknown Fridays
When you try not to swear in front of God
When you say ‘I love you’ to strangers
And they do not know where it is coming from…
Could there be souls
without tainted sins?
Could there be cries
without treasured sorrows?
Could you come closer, wherever you are
Could you not ask I love you or not?

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