Mal du pays

(Homesickness)

Home beckoned;
I answered,
I took a turn,
The call dropped,
I needed a redial...

I will ride
on the wings
of the wind,
I will make haste
to enter tomorrow's gate.

...If I had the voice;
I would scream,
The heavens would hear,
Open the door
And let me in,
So I may rest in eternal bliss.
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