Reluctant Return.
I saw you from the plane, as it tilted in the sky,
Parting the red sun, your flashing light
Draped in pink polluted clouds between,
My city, air, home, you’re seen.
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Andy N
Tue 19th Aug 2014 12:31
i can relate to this, charlotte. lot said in a few lines in particular the third line which really hit me must admit. excellent piece. keep em up