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.

◄ Thirty.

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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

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