Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The universe is ever expanding. Space doesn't end, And it keeps going. There is beauty in the nothingness. Nebulas painted across what we call the sky. Time marches, eons pass, Plasma and dirt and ice remain. We are a blip. An anomaly that manifested. But if not for us, Who would know the terrifying awe of the cosmos?
0
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
Gone Tomorrow
The universe is ever expanding. Space doesn't end, And it keeps going. There is beauty in the nothingness. Nebulas painted across what we call the sky. Time marches, eons pass, Plasma and dirt and ice remain. We are a blip. An anomaly that manifested. But if not for us, Who would know the terrifying awe of the cosmos?
space heretoday
Foxgopher
Written by
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem