Terrible beauty,
Ancient before life was known,
On our blue and green globe.
If remaining,
Life buried deep below,
Escaping the terrible cold.
Sun a mere dot,
In a deep red sky,
No clouds block the light.
No visible,
Water anywhere around,
Perhaps buried far below ground.
The fate,
Of this globe alone,
Or can it also be our own?
CRITICAL
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Very nice, I see you wrote this awhile ago...a wee bit psychic hmmm...it's getting more and more relevant each day as scientists get ready to start an 18 month long study of people living in an isolation pool in a pod to see how humans would react to living on mars. (news, yesterday)
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powerful
This was wonderful Zaffen I like how you left it in a question that we can all contemplate. wonderful read~
Twinzy!
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I think we are well on our way to meeting this fate
Excellent poem my friend
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Merry meet,
I really love this poem. A fitting tribute to Mars and a good warning to us. I know I said that I would not comment on the pictures used with the poem, but I really do love this one. I love poetry about other planets. As always, your choice of words and your style leave no room for me to make suggestions for improvement because they do not need it. Again, excellent work.
Amythest
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Now, who said science is fun!
This is really good. I'd just like to know how they think blowing Mars up with an atomic bomb will make it inhabitable. I've thought about that one many times, and for the life of me, I always come up with the fallout thing in my head. 
Is this one of your pieces of art, Edward? I love it. Beautiful, to say the least. And when you say at the end of your poem,
"The fate,
Of this globe alone,
Or can it also be our own?"
do you mean Earth? I believe the fate of the Earth is indeed our own, and it's our doing that has brought us to this place in time. An excellent piece, my friend. Hugs, Patricia
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