A double American Cinquain this time.
Still brave and strong
To face my fate, in hope
My pen creates a world where you
We grow new wings and fly.
Ourselves we’ll find, in hearts and mind,
Grazing, self bequeathed,
Sanguine trusting Butcher’s knife.
This little Didactic Cinquain is dedicated to those unfortunate children (and grown individuals) whose creative faculty and personal freedom are hindered or crushed by the society.
Fragile wings dreaming,
Caged, chirping her doom.
Yearning heavenly embrace,
Her smile flaming grace —