wheels rotating
aircraft spins
time to reflect
on all that I leave behind
checking if the stories
lay buried in graves
nobody to call my name
-the city and I
strangers hereafter
the plane flies again
to a destination
life will crash
after landing
Landing
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Reena, is this fiction, or did you really move? I like the courage shown here to go to unfamiliar territory.
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I did this in 2010 and returned back in 2019.
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I like the feeling of a mind spinning here, in addition to the airplane. Life can so often feel like that.
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Thank you so much! Good to know it resonates with you.
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Lovely poem, loved the last few lines.
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Thanks again and always 😊
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💕🩷
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Love this!
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Thanks!
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Every landing may be your last… better be prepared.
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True that. Thank you, Bjorn!
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Leaving is always sad, but sometimes necessary…
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And sometimes for good ….
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It never seems like it at the time, though, does it?
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😊
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A very evocative poem
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Thanks so much!
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A pleasure
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Beautiful post Reena 🎸🎸
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Thank you, Satyam!
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Welcome 🙏 reena
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so good, Reena! xo
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Thank you, Carol!
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