Lonely skies

The pilot's final flight

By SmartiePublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Artem Zhukov on Unsplash

Summer sun in hot,

empty blue. No clouds. No you.

Skies must miss you, too.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Smartie

I'm Samara Linehan. Korean born, Aussie bred, and by golly I love a good story. But my day job writing leaves no room for my weird, authentic self. It's why I'm here. If you like my stuff, do a gal a solid. Subscribe to let me know. #needy

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