Once it is our dream-planet,
Now it is our journey over its surface,
And its pictures are carried in moving machine
And beamed to our eyes, great interest.
On our eyes
The wide range of colored contours
Mountains, plains, cracks,
Human being thrilled on pivotal promise.
Of our journey down to the sky,
Awake in our vision,
The great Mars
We pull the curtain of distance
And we are open-eyed in the images,
Life is reflection of reality,
Searching for new life in different planet,
As if it is born with aspiration.
It is nice to see a poem about Mars missions. It is miraculous [albeit a techno miracle] that we have been able to receive images from the Martian surface within days of when they were taken.
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