On seven seas, aviation is a delight
For momentum gains and leaf rewards
Painting rainbows, smothering fireflies
Viable only through his fingertips design
His hands take wing like gigantic tiny feathers
Tip toeing on keys and control panels
Unveiling horizon, consolidating days halcyon
Linking bridges, entwined to be one
On 9th cloud by the fire of season owned he sleeps…
handful are days to him who kills time yet millions still…
to the one who sees bright morrows of the ploughing fields
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