Christian Lacdael

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Flight - Poem by Christian Lacdael

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: flight, holiday


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  • Bhargabi Dei Mahakul (11/1/2015 5:11:00 PM)


    Wonderfully heaven is floating with metal wings. Amazing and wise sharing....10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 30, 2016


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