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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