#treochair #poetry #3/7/7 #aba #alliteration
Space and time
seem eternal, and we are
just passing through on our cliimb.
To who knows
Where or why, wanderlust seeks
the reasons where nothing grows.
In the skies,
and under the swirling seas,
seeking, searching through the lies.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2025


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