Planes in the blue sky
they roar or silently sometimes
but pierce through clouds
that are heavy. They rain.
Planes flying away or
landing close by
roll a hum heavy in my chest
for a land far away.
There must be taxis plying
yellow black and white.
Planes in the blue sky;
fly, and there they lie
my anchors in the blue sky.
they roar or silently sometimes
but pierce through clouds
that are heavy. They rain.
Planes flying away or
landing close by
roll a hum heavy in my chest
for a land far away.
There must be taxis plying
yellow black and white.
Planes in the blue sky;
fly, and there they lie
my anchors in the blue sky.
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