where did he go ?
that master of the air
flying his plane without a care
he drifted his wings out into the fog
over the plains and the wet soggy bogs
and the plane spotters radioed out to the skies
hoping his plane would return in surprise
but over the radio the controller was in tears
our master aviator …in the skies….disappeared!
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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