01-6-11 @ 22:48
LOT Polish Airlines, In-Flight somewhere over Belgrade
It’s funny
. . . how small everything seems up here.
Old haunts that once loomed so large,
fade like dreams gone by.
And ethereal wisps float into view,
obscuring memories of days gone
and friends now far away.
It’s funny
. . . how we miss that we barely knew.
Yet new horizons near as we chase the setting sun,
New friends . . .
New cities . . .
New fun . . .
And new opportunities in a brave new world,
colored by the joy and love of a people
who have suffered more than we can ever know.
It’s funny
. . . how sad I am to go.
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