Lines in the Sky

A Poem by David

Gull wings span clear blue skies,

Leaving trails of mist in the cold frigid air.

Jade goggles paint the world an emerald hue

As alarms ping and flash, crying for attention.

We push our machines past the edge of their limits,

Flirting with death on the edge of the abyss.

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Added on March 5, 2018
Last Updated on March 5, 2018

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