Hiraeth

We are not birds,
We're just independent human beings with a free will
We are no longer a flesh that filled with agony
We had enough time to heal

We might be wrong or right
But the universe that collides you and me
Understand how a true feeling can describe
What's inside a mere heart of sincerity

And when later I told you I miss you
It is my soul that demands your soul
It is my spirit that adresses yours
and it is my mind that seek for its missing piece.






Chs.
A poetry inspired by a book entitled "jane eyre".