My Flight
I’m just an overseas worker
Who’d dreamt to be a fervid traveler
I’ve started visiting some countries
Point of origin was my borrowed place.
I think of myself like a non-stop airplane
Hope my other future flights won’t be in vain
I’m just waiting for pandemic to come on end
For another exciting take off again.
Oh, it feels so good when I fly so high!
Feels like swimming in the ocean of clouds in sky
I hover around to view vast lands and seas
Then, arrive at places like a bird going to many trees.
June 5, 2022 10.38pm
Copyright © Len Gasun | Year Posted 2022
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