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Long Flights

Long flights remind me of you. All this cacophony of every day living and suddenly there is so much time. What do I do with all this time?

Long flights remind me of you.

I have left the city lights and even the clouds behind. Up here there is white sunshine. I can see right up to the rim and beyond.

The constant growl of engines is the only give away, nothing  moves, for hours, everything outside remains same. And then you start taking over my mind. Like the sky that turns crimson before night, I can feel your thoughts invade, pervade, persuade.

Color me crimson when there is still time. Color me crimson before it is night. Long flights... Ah long flights!

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