Airplane Window - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
I looked out the window,
I only saw and saw and saw,
The city swirling below me,
Only the hands of nature could draw.
The window that couldn't be,
Shut or opened,
And not too big,
But letting me see.
This airplane window of the sky,
Was directly and indirectly my,
For you see,
It carried me up and high.
Airplane window, why are you so beautiful?
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