Some more changes to the poem. Hope you still like it.
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Pale Blue Dot
‘Earth is the right place for love’
Robert Frost
Four billion miles out
On the edge.
A camera turns
Refocuses robotic lenses
On this dust mote afloat
In a beam of distant sunlight.
Held by a solar thread
Remote and alone
Shrouded in giant darkness.
A self-portrait.
This speck of fertile rock
Like a grain of sand
Suspended in cosmic sea
The fragile petals
Of a wild flower, slowly unfurling.
No one is coming.
It is up to us.
© David Loffman
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