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Aug 2012
Fly
The Clouds as Rolling Hillsides
the Sky turns into Sea
I wonder if the vague illusions
are looking up at me
counting every Airplane
every inch the smoke trails in mind
as i move across the Ocean
leaving my days behind
forgetting how large the World is
from up here it's easy to suggest
that Anything and Everything is not
just a dream.
for a man once thought a Jet.
Written by
Sonya L
573
   Ahmad Cox
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