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You know your dreams
Like the back of you hand -
Flit about
Breathe in and out -
In the drawing hour, The bitter cold has come
You cannot run forever, You’ll find that you are lost -
One child
Blue eyes -
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At this time of night
I you are off in flight -
'Do you want to go fast?'
'Yes!' I yell over the biting air -
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Wouldn't be a true pilot if I didn't write a poem about airplanes now would I? : )
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Tonight my spirit will fly without tears
In sync with reggae…the sound without fears.
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I am god, in a Nanchang CJ-6. Fitting feeling for a Sunday morning;by Matthew OMeara 39 lines, 14 comments, on Sep 13 8:36 AM 2007. In Nature, Society, Flight, Thoughts, Misanthropy
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Battling, he fights, pure pain on his cheeks, / His tears are falling, trickling like salted blood. / His heart trembles like a timorous mouse – he’s prey / To some illicit underground monster, chained, leashed. / An
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Do you ever dream / about what it’s like to fly? / Just you and the air? / I know I sure do. / I try to imagine how / and what it feels lik
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I set my sights on higher wings
and leave behind those made of gold
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