Pilot Poetry
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Pilots, Aviators, Aviation Enthusiasts and Anyone with a passion for poetry: This is for you!
My name is Marcus, I'm a Private Pilot in South Africa. I'm a guy with a huge passion for the sky, and I also love poetry!
Flying is being one with your aircraft. Urging the soul of the aircraft to match your own. Feeling every particle of wind that flows over your wings. Aviation is love.
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