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Short Poetry
 cut across skies
 to new horizons
 and even for I
 it’s the same

 the chatter of foreigners
 and buzz of the propellers
 straighten averted eyes
 to see the vast seas of
 shining oceans and clouds
 or so I do hope
 as I watch you
 tilt upwards and ascend
 beyond the ground
 my feet are on
 while your silhouette shrinks
 and our goodbyes replay 
 my surroundings also come into focus
 the ticking clock urging me forward
 I will turn and move soon, so
 let me watch just a bit longer

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