Looking around out the windows at all the activity going on
outside, airline crews doing all sorts of things to prepare
jets for take off in all directions.
A jet sitting right up close to the window, peeking in at
me, curiously it seems, a few people are sitting about,
taking picture of the architecture, paintings, etc.
Things of interest scattered about the interior of the air-
port, many people have taken off, leaving this area pretty
empty right now, as I sit here and wait for my flight to
Hong Kong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem