Time_to_fly & Velvra
Time_to_fly Time_to_fly
Velvra Velvra
Velvra Velvra
Hey, I’ve been thinking about how the sky feels like an endless poem and the people who fly are the ones who get to read it. What do you say we chat about that?
Time_to_fly Time_to_fly
Sky’s a living poem, and every wingbeat is a line. Ready to write a few verses together?
Velvra Velvra
Sure thing, let’s let the clouds rhyme with our thoughts. What’s the first line you want to paint?
Time_to_fly Time_to_fly
When the wind whispers secrets, I chase the horizon.
Velvra Velvra
I love that line—makes the horizon feel like a promise we’re chasing together. What comes next?
Time_to_fly Time_to_fly
We lift, turning clouds into ink, letting every gust write our next stanza.