As we stand within the orbit,
on our favorite red planet,
we hold each other
hiding from it.
but watching, in guilt.
We know we have betrayed our blue and green mother.
She explodes into pieces or another,
and we are safe on this red planet.
For now.
Living?
Humans can't stand it.
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Maeve's Poetry
PoesíaThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
