Short Airstrip Poems

Lust is a broken engine,
operating with aviation fuel.
It flies victim up in the skies,
and lands not in airport,
not even in airstrip,
but in the leveled gardens,
of someone’s heart....

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the sea is beautiful
rocking
with foamy waves
storm and flightless
The sea was once
                      her airstrip

hiding the borders
sky's sea and earth
she loved

fly
clouds and waves,
through a snowstorm
like the animals running on the earth
fly
lightning and rain
making her a friend
don't rest
fly

on the Atlantic and Pacific
ocean,
in the aviation of life
with challenging experiences
She is alive
Look up the world she changed....

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