Some mornings, the city awakens underneath
an enigmatic sky, where the trails of passing aircraft
seem like whispers that have been accidentally brushed aside.
A reminder of journeys taken silently, they stretch across
the sky like unwritten promises.
Through streets etched in shadow and sunlight,
people meander, carrying with them their own trails.
Portfolios filled with dreams, lingering echoes of laughter,
and enigmas written in the movement of their eyes.
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The vapor trails overhead are ghostly specters of the past,
tracing a celestial roadmap that no longer exists.
They eventually disappear, painting a brief yet significant presence,
their impact felt more than seen.
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