From sky to sky the pink tinged dust lies lightly on the land,
With rock shards strewn across its face as if by hand.
The crater rim sets the horizon with its subtle hills,
While all around the empty air with silence chills.
All artifacts of man are alien to this antique world,
Yet, unconfounded, here machinery was hurled,
Planet to planet, till its busy life was brought to ground,
To wander now and give this place its only sound.
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