NYC could be sparkily seen by some passengers in flight.
The pretty city from the sky looked like a starry magical night.
Pathways of bright lights in the dark on the ground
With brilliance glowed not masked.
They were shining far away and by the velvety black
Earth were held fast.
Tall skyscrapers stood, appearing like little toys,
On the tip of the island and were strong envoys.
This lovely vision of the clear, distant land
Had awakened
And it was reflecting our heaven's dream still in the making.
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