vapour trails.
long white vapour trails,
up ever so high,
majestically crossing each other,
I watch in awe as you pass by.
vapour trails ever there,
never can I hear a sound,
wish I was coming with you,
wherever you are bound.
beautiful white vapour trails,
in the dreamy summer sky,
maybe one day I will follow you,
if only I too could fly.
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