We were high above the clouds, darting through the sky
crossing vapor trails by
Threading hopes ahead of now, fondly singing praise of past
Painting sights a reddish cast
The turbulent beds of cumulous, etched and stretched beyond sight
As slowly fades the day to night
Emblazoned memory all a'light
Friday, March 13, 2015
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