Sky - Blue

31 October, 1975

Flying high above the ground,
In the wide blue sky,
Only sight and sound,
When you fly by.

Feeling the sun on your skin,
And the wind in your ears,
The air without skin,
No sounds that cause fear.

Flying high above the ground,
Without any fear,
Time to head for ground,
Jets begin to tear.

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