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Shaking Hands
The journey is long,
In the aircraft's steady flight,
His hands tremble,
Unveiling thoughts he cannot mask.
Like leaves in autumn's gentle breeze they flutter,
Uncertain fingers, seeking solace,
In the confines of this metal palace, and
The journey is long.
The plane ascends, a graceful climb,
But his mind races, defying time,
What lies ahead, he cannot say,
In the aircraft's steady flight.
The cabin hums, a soothing drone,
Yet his heart pounds, a restless groan.
In this aerial sanctuary, he grapples with life's uncertainty, evidently shown while
His hands tremble.
His trembling hands, a mirror clear,
Reflecting fears he holds so dear,
But in their weakness, strength he'll find to navigate the unknown, to leave behind the
Unveiling thoughts he cannot mask.
#ShakingHands
© Lai Montes
In the aircraft's steady flight,
His hands tremble,
Unveiling thoughts he cannot mask.
Like leaves in autumn's gentle breeze they flutter,
Uncertain fingers, seeking solace,
In the confines of this metal palace, and
The journey is long.
The plane ascends, a graceful climb,
But his mind races, defying time,
What lies ahead, he cannot say,
In the aircraft's steady flight.
The cabin hums, a soothing drone,
Yet his heart pounds, a restless groan.
In this aerial sanctuary, he grapples with life's uncertainty, evidently shown while
His hands tremble.
His trembling hands, a mirror clear,
Reflecting fears he holds so dear,
But in their weakness, strength he'll find to navigate the unknown, to leave behind the
Unveiling thoughts he cannot mask.
#ShakingHands
© Lai Montes
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