Off To Cebu Skies...

everything
around us are gray clouds

it is cold
it appears colder

the nose of the plane
pierces these cotton world

the propellers
are making ripples of
smoky
reality

i am tired
so tired

even if i do not have to close my eyes
they really have to

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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