Thirty seven thousand feet,
in the air.
Scattered towns
look like tiny galaxies in the night sky.
I could write a thousand poems.
But all I can think of is
the magic in your eyes.
Sandoval
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
Thirty seven thousand feet,
in the air.
Scattered towns
look like tiny galaxies in the night sky.
I could write a thousand poems.
But all I can think of is
the magic in your eyes.
Sandoval
Traveling is good for the soul, though you never forget what you left back home.
