Photo by Kevin Turcotte

My Astro-Plane

In my quiet solitude my soul feels free to fly.

I soar to planets far and wide I touch the ocean and the sky.

And all the while I think of you, my love, my one and true,

Because you are the Astro-plane that takes me to the moon.

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