The Missed Flight Poem by The fallen leaves of Mira

Like a plane ready to take off
And failed its flight
The sprout of our love dried

Like a pink pigeon ready to leave the nest of its parent
And missed its flight
The flower of our love failed

This time I am saved
Blessed by my Fluter, I've spared the crash

First time, the flight ended awfully
Thought I would not survive
Second time, the flight would have been dreadful
Sure I would not survive

But it must have been my good karma
Cause I've missed the second flight