Among the places I have visited,
The distances I have traveled,
Airports, are one mystery that I have surely unraveled.
New beginnings or long-awaited endings,
Many faces, most pretending,
The traveler's heart slowly sensing.
Of Bonjour and bidding adieu,
Of dark starry skies to clear ones blue,
The globetrotter's thirst simply grew.
I wish there was a way to display
Along the flyway,
How people sway.
Between arrivals and departures,
Between airports and structures,
So much changes between these junctures.
As my horizons broadened I realized,
A journey is never over, it's in me disguised,
It changes me always, and this leaves me hypnotised.
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Alation
PoetryHighest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."
