Non-Stop Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Non-Stop



We enter thick clouds,
And in an instant,
Are lost.
Surrounded by white and gray
I feel intangible and vacuous.
Rising slightly, the plane skims
Above the darkening absence of existence.
The world is blue again.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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