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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 410 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.
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Like vibration of air
When a plane passes
Through it, recreating
Viscosity and flowing.
After the breathing scathe,
Heart gets replacement
Joining vein to vein
Moving of blood
Obeying principle of
Cells and life cycle,
Before and after.
Get repairs by mind’s nucleus,
We cannot snatch
Freedom of mind,
As wave of dreams
Moves like air encircling
The speeding plane
Through it, aerial promise,
Joining and rejoining of
Time and motion.
Life does not need sanction,
Every walking passes over bridges,
We perform in one concord,
Footsteps are like sounds of rainfall.
We come to work for pictures,
Searching every corner for future,
Divergent peers call for wining rays,
Our eyes are catching filming objects.
We run with caller tunes for hope,
For that we use smart phones,
To have sect of wining mirage,
We make truce with it for real.
Every bridge has many shapes,
We walk for gaining at every step,
We train our bids for getting real,
With no haze, and bridges to prevail.
This airplane has a special day
It is not worried about June sky
For it does not need to come down
Closely to ground to avoid raining sky.
The spongy cloud relates to relief
From anxiety, to feel warmth of life
Passengers know they are in joy
To have their work peacefully priced.
Moving in a plane shares anything
That may happen letting them die
Yet they know they are safe
With their best efforts to reside.
They never leave for anxiety
Every moment they do retrieve
Embracing danger in touring stride
The bond that exists in life
On the way of sovereign pursuit.
The sun, telephone tower, the green,
There are words those speak something,
Sun-set, reflection, destination,
All come in assurance of love, energy,
And sacrifices, for the next twelve hours,
These make sentences of time, country and history.
Here is a photo and a poem
One winter morning
Fog covers villages and trees,
Fog turns into zeal
To draw a curtain all around
Field where paddy seeds sprouting.
Farmers make paddy
Field for cultivating new crop
Rich for explaining
New life to greet season’s wits:
Please see tender greens inside.