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The Traveller

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I'm travelling through space, looking for a home.
Some unwelcome Worlds, want to be left alone.
On other Worlds, I see loneliness in every soul.
And I see Worlds were fires rage out of control.

On others, I see vast lands of dusty, arid plains.
Barren, infertile, in need of the quench of rains.
I have travelled light years, in the blink of an eye.
And I've seen a million different colours of sky.

I've witnessed the beauty of many sunsets rare.
I've seen Worlds packed in ice with a frozen stare.
But I'm travelling still as I've much more to see.
One day I hope to discover a loving home for me.

 

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