High Up

On a small man made structure,

Sitting,

Looking through the,

Small window as they call it.

A different world you see.

When not so high up,

At take off and landing

When you see those tiny little houses,

And people,

They dont seem to be what they are.

Like tiny little metal structures you see.

In a world of our own.

The setting sun on one side,

And the moon already risen on the other,

You see.

In a magical world,

You enter.

Appreciating nature’s beauty.

With hundreds of other people

Looking at the same view,

But no one getting the same feeling as you.

The happiness of travelling,

Sometimes the sadness of leaving homes bites.

One tear drops but no one seems to notice.

In your own,

Somewhere inside,

To yourself you cry.

Then how quickly you approach the land again,

And once again in the same man made life you enter.

Funny isnt it,

How man made structures

Give us a completely spectacular view,

Of something god madde.

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Published by: Paaras

Hello there! I'm Paaras! So I started doing poetry a few years ago and now I wanted to see what others think about them. I feel poetry is the best way to express thoughts and expressions. What a story can't do i feel a poem can do!

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