Plane
that I use to wait for,
Its silence, quiet and edge of mountain
range
A valley with a vast ground and a
runway,
Breeze of cold morning you land and
took off
Once a day, each day, for a quarter,
you are there
Every morning with blanket on me
Twice the quarter, you there, I wait
alone, cold
Just to have a glance you land and off
You are only one that land on runway
Some are chopper that do but not each
day
And difference I feel is the quarter
Eagle hunts for mice in eco-nature
With time I nurture and develop your
working within me
And is still in progress, so each of
every
Quarter, I will make you more exotic
And sustainable, that I ever dream for.
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