Monday, October 5, 2009

I Touch The Sky

Day before yesterday,

Rising near the horizon,

Saw a plane,

Blue stripes all over it,

Piercing through the heart,

Of morning haze,

Vision dazed not confused,

Ran near the drowning cliff,

Carve the miracle,

In my memory,

For a second or two,

Without even thinking,

Raised my hands,

To wave a goodbye,

I think someone waved back,

True description not a lie,

Told me he would comeback,

Not to soar above the sea,

But to see me fly.

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