Airplane and You

The sounds of the airplane always fascinate me

As its roar reminds me of you

Every single time it flashes across the sky, I always stand staring it fondly

And I wish it brought you to me, I wish it would

Last night while I was sitting under the shady tree, I saw the light lit the sky.

It was a thousand feet away from the ground and I knew, it was my plane cleaving the night

“Are you there baby?” this question suddenly came to me

But there was no answer, only the light that slowly hid behind the clouds

Now I am lying among the dandelion which their fuzzes are flying gently

The afternoon breeze is blowing smoothly and making some hissing sounds amid the leaves

And there it is, a glowing thing floating in the blue sky and making my favorite sound

“My plane,” I cried but again there was no reply. 

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