Traveling Poem by Mark Fahmy
Traveling
As the plane climbs up the stairs to where a million stars lie,
My head seems to swim through the perfect black sky
Miles ahead,
Meters below,
Beyond me are adventures only fate does know
Memories on the verge of being told,
And a thousand joyful stories about to unfold
I close my eyes and in my inward eye I see,
The fresh new person I'm about to be.
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