Terminus

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366@40 Day 156 081011


The airport always busy,
A plane does taxi,
Air ambulance is there,
Ready for an emergency.

The plane does stop,
Reached its own terminus,
At the terminal building's,
Without a single fuss.

The daylight now fading,
The colours do recede,
Colours of the night,
Day does so concede.

All things do stop,
Reached it's own terminus,
The sky turns black,
Nightfall is so merciless.


 
 
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