I am flying high,
seating just behind
the pilot and co-pilot
from San Diego to
Santa Monica.
I keep my eyes
fixated on the
vast expanse of
clear blue sky
and magnificent
beauty of frothy
waves that adorn
the Pacific below.
Looking afar through
the cockpit window,
I reflect on my
own identity. I
mutter: Our world
is so beautiful!
I find myself lost
in the vastness
of the azure sky
that stretches beyond
where my eyes meet
the horizon, and
remain befuddled by
the unique facet of
celestial beauty.
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