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When hope awakens

When the veil of The somnolent night Is lit by the mellow glow, It rouses itself. Its dark maw ebb, They retreat to the nether. Hope awakens, Blushing like a new bride It gently tip toes in Setting into a quiet corner From whence it peeks In on moments Sprinkling …

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Behind the closed door

Creak! Creak! Creak! Protest the rickety wooden steps Every time he makes his way to my door. I cower, enveloped in a raw fear. I bite into my clammy knuckles, And draw my knees up to my chest, As I hear his heavy tread on the steps. I scuttle to …

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Hiraeth, partition stories from 1947

HIRAETH is neither a book nor a compilation of short stories. NO! HIRAETH is a river of emotions that gently flows into the crevices of your heart. It seeps in through the open pores of your skin and it envelopes you like a gossamer veil. It stays with you like a haunting melody that keeps niggling. It is an avalanche of warmth that cascades down to deluge you.

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