Flight

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Sailing through silk thin air at height,
Making good way to see new sights,
Excitement escaping with the wind,
Nigh is the time to forget things,
Sat amid clear and calming skies,
Above it all removed from life,
Dealt a hand never meant for flight,
But born wanting to reach the sky,
The air is quite different up here,
the guy beside begins to snore,
In harmony the engines roar,
Dots of life are seen as we soar,
Taken by the expanse of things,
Getting lost in the horizons,
Here is where the heavens begin,
floating up high on metal wings.

Flight
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: flight,holiday
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Bhargabi Dei Mahakul 01 November 2015

Wonderfully heaven is floating with metal wings. Amazing and wise sharing....10

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