Treasure Island

Vera Sidhwa


Airport


Concourse run with carry on,
Clutched in the back of me.
The gurring of the engines,
And a sleek airplane to see.


The sharp angle take-off,
The marvel of my life,
The wings near scratching,
Teasing life.


I love airports and airplanes,
They're a second home to me.
A glamorous and scientific,
Place to be.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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