Clouds Of Unfinished Journeys
Life is so uncertain, like clouds that drift and sway,One moment you’re flying high, the next—plans fade away. Someone who flew often, skies were their second home,Now grounded by fate, no more to roam.Someone was visiting, for the very first time,Eyes full of wonder, hearts in their prime. Someone who fought hard, with family to agree,Finally got the nod to fly—then faced this tragedy.Someone…













