Silent dreams

The lights below, twinkle softly in the

Darkness; silent stars twinkle high above.

Towns and cities sleep quiet, unaware,

As we glide high through the air like a dove.

The clouds drift by; steady candyfloss dreams,

Hardly a moment before they are lost

From sight as we glide towards home and heart.

But is it truly worth it, such a cost?

The End

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