Stars burning their white hot fuel bright, Before turning to deep black holes. The light traveling at speed across space, Shining into their follower’s soles.
Golden leaves sprinkled on the trees, Frosts threatening to return. Hibernation hoards are gathering together, Guys are being built to burn.
Speechless like a deserted desert island, Surrounded by a sea of sound waves, Serene isolation in a storm of jibba jabba, Loneliness amongst the rants and raves.
Traveling together everywhere they go, Inseparably joined throughout the day, Both vital to each other’s daily routines, Winding smoothly each and every way.
Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, Everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
Whether it's paved with good intentions, Or topped with the finest gold. The road you walk or drive down, Ever winding, destination untold.
It was a Tuesday afternoon Sunny, with a slight breeze Only the leafy trees were rustling Offices locked with many lost keys
Dominating the landscape from high, On a granite hilltop, foundations solid. The lord of all it surveys, All around it the earth was squalid.
5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Traveller has lift off, Rushing air slips passed at astonishing speed. Fiery exhausts thrusting the cargo upwards, To the inky black space but still they proceed.
In a realm where eagles daren’t fly, Above the clouds so very high, A cave nestled in the harsh mountainside, With a sign saying, enter and die.
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