The Ecstasy of Innocence
headphones suddenly found
by a little child, while the plane was still on the ground,
gentle gestures, curious minds
parents ignorant, thoughts in a bind,
soft words loudly spoken,
tolerant travelers, silences broken,
two little brothers bound in a pact,
first time flying, not corrupted by tact
a journey of sorts more than one,
our plane flew onwards to the setting sun,
a delighted exclamation in first flight,
loudly appreciating the aerial sight,
peering eyes, they look for their home,
their city to them, prettier than Rome,
a larger view, yet everything so small,
little boys missing the paradox in it all.
The ecstasy of innocense, the beauty of flight.
Really Nice!!!!
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