Airplane with human arms for wings
Sidar Sevimli
31.05.2025
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This poem is completely fictitious and has no direct relation to real events or people. It is written from a completely fictional point of view.
You know how everyone has a friend at school
whose mouth smells of boiled eggs?
Well, I had a friend like that.
Every morning he would come to my desk and say
Good morning to me with his mouth smelling of eggs and smile.
He was one of those people whose eyes laughed when he smiled.
Although I was uncomfortable,
I would respond without any compromise.
He always told me about his dream of getting on an airplane...
How could he know?
He would get on a plane whose wings were the arms of people and
He would migrate to a different land...
whose mouth smells of boiled eggs?
Well, I had a friend like that.
Every morning he would come to my desk and say
Good morning to me with his mouth smelling of eggs and smile.
He was one of those people whose eyes laughed when he smiled.
Although I was uncomfortable,
I would respond without any compromise.
He always told me about his dream of getting on an airplane...
How could he know?
He would get on a plane whose wings were the arms of people and
He would migrate to a different land...
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