She stood looking up at the sky one day,
On a day, daylight turned crimson.
She watched as the shadow of a plane moved clouds,
Sleek and powerful.
Embattled within,
It left a streak as it passed her overhead,
The engines were a murmur,
Her silent wish bigger than the monumental sky.
Someday, I will fly higher than the highest sky,
And,
Someday, as you descend,
You will come to know,
Long before that, I have flown the skies with you.
-shobana-
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