This write was inspired by an actual event in South Africa where 13 people (including children) lost their lives when two planes crashed into a mountain on their way back from an air show a few weeks ago..
The joy of soaring being one with the clouds floating in and out between the blue and white closer to something that is indescribable unless you experience it for yourself that day the air show had all the elements of a dream come true we flew by so fast and yet thousands saw and were in awe happy faces of children and adults alike so we headed home we took to flight again everybody excited doing what we love to do... No one saw it coming a whole lot of miasma visibility almost none two planes no longer in the air lost communication the search is on - a day goes by, no word tragic reality becomes apparent both planes went down - A final salute at our memorial the missing man formation our final symbolic flight with our loved ones looking on... *Check about this poem section to see what inspired this write* 280820112205
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