Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Observations on an Airplane [Poem]

As I listen to the the fierce roar of the plane engine,
I gaze out the window fortunately placed to my right. 

Sprawling cities transform into toy-like landscapes,
as the plane flies upwards and upwards. 

The opulent clouds I once reverently loved from below,
I now admire their fluffy, mountainous tops from above. 

It is no wonder that the ancients placed their paradises here,
in this mysterious realm between the clouds and the stars. 




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