It was time.
A spectacle was yet to take place
Exploring other worlds were always facinating to me
A footprint we left, every step it took was the sign that life exists.
We were like little trinkets, parts of stars that followed the rover from behind and took our fractions of amazingness of the universe.
It was the universe that broke you.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
It was time.
A spectacle was yet to take place
Exploring other worlds were always facinating to me
A footprint we left, every step it took was the sign that life exists.
We were like little trinkets, parts of stars that followed the rover from behind and took our fractions of amazingness of the universe.
It was the universe that broke you.
- This poem is about the opportunity rover
- The rover went to sleep on February 13, 2019