AURORA
I’m
in my stealth jet circling the planet at mach 25,
every
minute means a new orbit, light into dark,
dark
into light as no one can stop me, I’m ever so fast.
I
ain’t human, I ain’t alien, I ain’t a ghost, I’m the Aurora,
the
spirit of the northern skies on a speeding flight
to
the heavens in my silver skinned craft,
as
streamlined as a bullet and as graceful as a swan.
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