The Pseudo Martian's Dream

The Pseudo Martian's Dream by Natasha Lomov

Visions flooded with Martian dunes
And carefully carved craters with no creators.
Hours blend into days as the cold sun rays
Only seem to serve as a harsh reminder.
Phobos hides from Deimos as the night sets in,
And the planet of rust now sleeps.

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