Description
In a field where echoes of departure sigh,
Two giants rest, beneath open sky.
Nose to nose, they stand with quiet grace,
Tales of flight, time cannot erase.
Once they soared on wings of silver gleam,
Through clouds and sunsets, chasing a dream.
Now grounded on a runway worn and bare,
They share a solemn, ghostly air.
In close quarters, a rendezvous of fate,
They patiently stand, time slowly abates.
Their metal frames, like sentinels in despair,
Awaiting a fate that seems so unfair.
Each rivet, each bolt, a witness of the past,
A mosaic of journeys, their difference, so vast.
Abandoned, yet graceful, they patiently wait,
For hands to salvage, to rejuvenate.
Piece by pieces, as parts are sold,
They wish for a narrative retold.
Nose to nose, in silent yearn,
For one more flight, for one more turn.