Some are running,
some in panic,
finding platforms
and gates.
Some on visits,
some on tour,
with families,
officials or mates.
Some at the enquiry,
first timers in confusion,
asking for directions.
Some shopping,
gifts and mementoes,
some at the phone
charging locations.
It seems a place
that never goes to sleep,
and never rests a while
Reaching people
to destinations,
near or across
thousands of mile.
The announcement
above echoes,
on every notifications
and details.
They leave no stones unturned,
the crew and the members
of all Airways.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
Some are running,
some in panic,
finding platforms
and gates.
Some on visits,
some on tour,
with families,
officials or mates.
Some at the enquiry,
first timers in confusion,
asking for directions.
Some shopping,
gifts and mementoes,
some at the phone
charging locations.
It seems a place
that never goes to sleep,
and never rests a while
Reaching people
to destinations,
near or across
thousands of mile.
The announcement
above echoes,
on every notifications
and details.
They leave no stones unturned,
the crew and the members
of all Airways.
Copyright © PS
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