***sailing Wings Poem by Sylvi Sylva

If I were a ship, on its maiden voyage
I would invariably face south, only if you were there
I would float west, whatever climatical weather
I would turn east, forge or even bear North West
I would forsake the compass, and its trusted North
Just...to have your wind in my sails

If I were a plane, on its maiden flight
I would face the wind and its pressure, only if you were there
I would defy gravity and lift off in time, to gain your altitude
I would alter my wings, curvature, my aerofoil, and glide with you
I would descend, dropp and gradually lose my lift
Just...to have your air over and under my wings

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