The Strains of Skies
Merriment has bustled ever so brightly.
You are one who was taken so timely.
Lost inside the strains of skies.
Over above is where you are.
Vast and lonesome, so very far.
Eternally so, until we are one.
Bite Size Poem no.5 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Eponine Seccafico | Year Posted 2021
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