Airplanes fly over my head
Be it day, be it night
Carrying people to and fro
Places far from my sight
Will I ever sit in one of them
To travel to lands unseen
And lay my eyes at scenes
Unique as they have been
Dreams I had many in my mind
They’re melting from my keep
As birds flying away to the horizon
To their nests for the night sleep
In our closed fists tightly
Some dreams we wish to hold
But they escape like water
Through our fingers’ fold!
Xavier Bage
Tues, Aug 16, 2016
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