Tuesday, August 9, 2022

The Martian Novel

Winter was coming,
The dust storms growing
Stronger steadily,

But most of the rocks
Didn’t move at all.
Then it was winter,

As dark as it gets,
And the long night skies
Shone with distant lights.

When it finally
Grew a bit brighter,
And the dust storms died,

Most of the landscape
Looked as it did last
Time it was summer.

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