Sunset from a Plane
Fluffy clouds
Tinged with candy floss,
Hazy horizon,
Golden brushstrokes
Lighting my dreams.
Far below
Remote Earth,
Barely visible
Yet waiting,
Branches outstretched,
Rivers flowing,
Welcoming
My descent
To hell.
Sunset from a Plane
Fluffy clouds
Tinged with candy floss,
Hazy horizon,
Golden brushstrokes
Lighting my dreams.
Far below
Remote Earth,
Barely visible
Yet waiting,
Branches outstretched,
Rivers flowing,
Welcoming
My descent
To hell.
by Sam Allen
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Loved this, but I would have preferred ‘My descent to home’ as the last line! I also love to watch clouds from an airplane. Blessings to you, Luccia.
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I absolutely agree, Noelle, home is better than hell, but I was travelling into a difficult situation yesterday. In the end it all worked out fine.
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