Flight 197
Drifting in the sky
Passing clouds endlessly
Watching the blurry visions
Things you can’t even pick out
Maybe a couple hours later
Heading towards the ground
Soaring down like an eagle
Seeing land so closely to touch
Walking safely with your luggage
Happy to be alive
Plan to go on and do what you planned
And be able to get on with your life
Copyright © Mikayla Mitts | Year Posted 2015
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