By Plane
By plane
If my time is written in your flow.
Lights and sounds away from loneliness.
Lightweight space passengers without luggage.
When the chases get ugly in time.
In the cool sitting on the plane.
The usual wait.
When I called you for the last time.
In my recurring life.
I feel the wind on our face.
The size of the wings,with the clouds.
In the light of the fading sun.
We are flying dessert spoon in my mouth.
Sweet,salty,bitter,sour on my tongue.
Among my recurring preferences.
Among the repeating instruments.
I loved it,I'm flying in its majestic place.
Copyright © Johannes Cicek | Year Posted 2023
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