planes 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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