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~ Non-Norse Poetry by me ~
Planes over the City
Who would have thought it, centuries ago?
Bright is the dark by a thousand lights
People soar skywards on iron wings
Shining and flaring like shooting stars,
Gleaming and glaring among the old stars--
Beneath the moon´s indifferent smile
People are flying in chariots of fire
Made by their own craft, vessels of gods
Riding the night sky, daring the void.
© 2007 Michaela
Macha
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