Lost in space, the weary traveler sat down to rest. He looked around for at least a familiar face. No one could he see for miles, around for space is empty, with no towns, air or sounds. Flipped out is he. Tired as could be. Poor weary traveler lost in eternity. Just a black background with colisoscope stars. Maybe a few floating flowers and the moon behind bars. Sitting on a meoter is he. His mind lost in the open sea. Waiting on the sun to rise the way it use to be. How'd he ever get that way? It's hard to believe.
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Author:
marlenawood (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2018 12:58
- Comment from author about the poem: It describes a man under the Leo sign with closed eyes imagining all things he could not see.
- Category: Fantasy
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That's fun and lonely all at the same time
Lol 😂 ur right on that! I have some crazy ones I haven't posted yet lol
Thanks and lol 😂 that would be a good idea 💡 I'm glad y'all enjoyed it!!
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