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Hiraeth, my home, my comfort, the figure I seek
The love I long for but forget in turmoil
The feelings that keep running away
Thoughts like a breeze sweep through
Nostalgia a foreign word as is the feeling

Hiraeth, hot summer evenings on the cool grass under the weeping willow
Happy giggles from playful kids and their fathers
such simple times
Core memories come from such

Hiraeth, the souls home
such a light contently feeling
Like an unforgettable orchestra
sounds that resonates within the soul
feels like heaven, hiraeth

- Mary Nyokabi Kariuki