Chapter 1 - Flyabye

Flyabye

By Wandering stranger



This is only one of my many names that people call me (Flyabye) I decided to write a poem about it. Please comment!



I look at the clear blue skies with many airplanes, flying by, with their loud engines saying... good-bye...

The people wave their arms with tears falling down their cheek, wishing the others for a safe trip...

In the skies, all you see
Many clouds, hiding me
While the people fly...
They always say good-bye...
But I am always there...
Handling life with care...



This is the second poem, similar to the above. (You might call it a reversion. I call it an easier thing to say)



In the clouds, all you see

Many things, hiding me

As the people wave good-bye

To the others that will fly

I will always be there

Handling life with care

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