Zenith

A starting point.
Home, Airport, Hotel.
Brimming bags, hopeful smiles.
A yearning to create memories to tell.

The messy middle.
Bickering, travel, sand.
Heat of the day, unforgiving cold of the night.
Cruel words strangle deeper than hands.

Zenith.
Whispers of cold air, warmth from a lazy fire.
Up above, the world zooms out of focus. Stars peep at us
Loving creatures with too many desires.

~insight07

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