I fly high above the clouds
Terrified of thunder
Just the thought of crashing down
Brings me to my kneesScared of dropping my passengers
With no wings to spread like I
Scared to see them falling
While I glide high aboveTired, I descend
Swiftly moving down
To land on the runway
And land my passengers safe
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems is trying to reach 100! I usually write in free verse (Without or with only a few rhymes) Xox