By Aayra Singh
Through the window of my dark brown eyes
I painted the canvas black and misted silver freckles all across
Little speckles of white and yellow lights dazzled with radiance below
In a trice, the screen blossomed into a night sky as jets twinkled like shining stars
I could hear the sounds of the airport from far away, as the view of the air control tower gleamed back at me like a lighthouse
The bright light wheeled around maniacally and it felt like an awaited storm about to hit the giant shores
Amidst all this, my painted canvas sung the song of serenity
As fourteen wheels took off and the runway warmed up, another flight made a smooth landing.
By Aayra Singh
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