There is absolutely nothing lonelier
than the little Mars rover
never shutting down, digging up
rocks, so far away from Bond street
in a light rain. I wonder
if he makes little beeps? If so
he is lonelier still. He fires a laser
into the dust. He coughs. A shiny
thing in the sand turns out to be his.
Don't know about you guys, but this poem touches my cold, stone heart.
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PoesíaHere are some of my favourite poems. I like poetry because it's always meaningful subjects, written in a beautiful way. This book is inspired by someone immensely close to my heart...
