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Street dust and the traffic lights. Calm yet humdrum from days and nights. Whistling sighs from the north, And the lonely hush of the airport.
Remember the number of footsteps of February, Before the heavy feet of 2020, Until the walks made back and forth, As well as the lonely hush of the airport.
Empty streets and highway's rush hour, The bells from an opening door of a grocery store. Screaming still yelling "Life is short!" Making the lonely hush of the airport.
Floor chairs and spaces, newsfeed and diary pages; The words like living inside the rusty cages,
Straighten the timeline and enliven the skyline's cohort. Stopping the lonely hush of the airport.
Left behind a suitcase and an empty coffee cup, Glassy hallways and window seats of an aircraft; Full of warmth to comfort, The lonely hush of the airport.
