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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