Worlds.
Infinite
tally.
Mountains,
oceans,
deserts.
Ice and
snow.
Rainswept
landscapes.
Barren,
nothing
to quench.
Wind blown
seascapes.
Wind not
heard.
Nothing
discerned.
Nothing
felt.
Devoid of
life.
Devoid of
sight.
Countless
in number.
Others,
laden
with life.
Civilizations.
Alien.
Distinct.
Different
ways.
Different
beliefs.
Different
anatomies.
No two
the same.
Unique.
Alien.
Misunderstood.
Never to
meet.
Islands
apart.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2022 22:08
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Comments1
Such true words John, maybe one day we will see those from other worlds that are bound to be out there.
Andy
Not in our time I’m afraid.
But, maybe someday.
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