Common Passengers
Lets take a ride as common passengers, life and death on the same airplane,
Their greetings and their civil courtesies,
At first encounters,
Their first hellos on first meetings,
Their final goodbyes after the terminant journeys
Leaving the plane alone before and after a tiring journey,
Theylived on the same street, on the same house with the picture of a grandmother brothers and sisters,
Intimate brothers, facing the same odds,
Againstthe dark forces,
Strange bedfellows, you might say,
But comrades in arms,
the same mortal brothers, but in immortal combats,
In perfect harmony waiting at turns,
To greet each others at the airport terminals,
Peached colored before but dusts tainted later on,
At near perfect exits from mother earth,
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