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Jul 2019
Is it a bird is it a plane
It hovers in the sky and looks almost as if  suspended by a chain
It moves stealthily and with grace
Its job transporting people to a foreign place
Wings spread wide on either side
It streaks freely across the countryside
It leaves a white smoke trail as it flies
15000ft high the trail still visible on earth to human eyes
The plane caught my eye , as it passed on by and I was for a moment hypnotised
Mesmerised by this gargantuan flying piece of metal
Which glides through the skies like a butterfly flitting from petal to petal
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
We appreciate beauty in many ways, as we get older
Jackie Mead
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Jackie Mead  60/F/United Kingdom
(60/F/United Kingdom)   
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