The uninhabited white mettalic body crosses the sky
Risking its fall inch by inch,
Flying parallel to time
Creeping towards its unsure destination
The eyes sweep across vicinity
Searching for a cause
Looking for something but blue
Seeking a reason to fly
In the ocean of fog, it hovers for a decade
Terminating its fuel
Resting its wings
The uninhabited white mettalic body touches the sea
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC
The uninhabited white mettalic body crosses the sky
Risking its fall inch by inch,
Flying parallel to time
Creeping towards its unsure destination
The eyes sweep across vicinity
Searching for a cause
Looking for something but blue
Seeking a reason to fly
In the ocean of fog, it hovers for a decade
Terminating its fuel
Resting its wings
The uninhabited white mettalic body touches the sea