Touching God’s Sky

Upon silver wings I soar,

Above the crashing waves.

While Peace and Quiet,

Prevails within my soul.

Why must I touch down

Upon Earth’s barren sand?

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Above, in the Heavens, it is all beauty.

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The Aeroplane lands,

I am safe.

My feet touch,

The soil.

Once again I am among,

The mundanity of daily life.

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