Steps may be heard around the clock,
Like fleets of sailing ships the planes begin to dock,
Glancing upwards to meet the eyes of many,
We all flow on the current of our destiny,
Our differences attract and captivate the experience,
For we are beauty and our own audience,
New ever changing neighbors speak not of same tongue,
Yet they understand the expense of adventure,
Some radiate light, giving off energy to those surrounding,
A moment unnoticed would be a waste for this venture,
An eternal event as unique as beasts at the watering hole,
All fixated on a personal mission believed to be true and pure,
May we share fragments of stories which exalt the memory,
Before I disappear into the heavens with wings of glory.
Like fleets of sailing ships the planes begin to dock,
Glancing upwards to meet the eyes of many,
We all flow on the current of our destiny,
Our differences attract and captivate the experience,
For we are beauty and our own audience,
New ever changing neighbors speak not of same tongue,
Yet they understand the expense of adventure,
Some radiate light, giving off energy to those surrounding,
A moment unnoticed would be a waste for this venture,
An eternal event as unique as beasts at the watering hole,
All fixated on a personal mission believed to be true and pure,
May we share fragments of stories which exalt the memory,
Before I disappear into the heavens with wings of glory.
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