As I wait for my flight,
I look around and take in the sight,
Of people milling all around,
A giggling child, a mother with a frown.
Wondering about love and dreams,
I see a couple silently weep,
Of forgotten vows and lost promises,
A dying garden filled with black roses.
The building of a new career ,
Are the thoughts of the lone sighing teenager.
The silent reader with a book on her thighs,
Fictional reality living in her eyes.
And as I sit, glancing at my watch,
In my mind a new thought gives a knock,
Of how this thin walled infrastructure,
Is the core of dreams and desires.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
As I wait for my flight,
I look around and take in the sight,
Of people milling all around,
A giggling child, a mother with a frown.
Wondering about love and dreams,
I see a couple silently weep,
Of forgotten vows and lost promises,
A dying garden filled with black roses.
The building of a new career ,
Are the thoughts of the lone sighing teenager.
The silent reader with a book on her thighs,
Fictional reality living in her eyes.
And as I sit, glancing at my watch,
In my mind a new thought gives a knock,
Of how this thin walled infrastructure,
Is the core of dreams and desires.
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