An imagination, a dream.
An absurdity, a wish.
Madness and hope,
Fallacy and prophecy.
What joy would it be if we could move without our feet touching the ground.
What awe would strike man when he could finally touch the stars.
The freedom that birds feel when they travel unrestrained.
The power to drive chariots of fire drawn by wind.
An imagination, a dream.
An absurdity, a wish.
Madness and hope,
Fallacy and prophecy.
The word avion apparently came about when man was imagining of flying way back in the 17th century when even cars hadn't been invented yet.
Poem for a friend
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