Longing For Home
I hear
silent whispers
bidding me to come home.
Longingly I reach out my hand
hoping.
I smile.
With closed eyes your beauty appears,
hills and fields, forests green,
I have reached home
for good.
Classic Cinquain
With syllable count
2-4-6-8-2
Done as Mirror Cinquain
Syllable count
2-4-6-8-2 2-8-6-4-2
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.12.2014
Contest: Cinquain
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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