Message in a Space Probe

It's cold on Saturn,
buzzing about the rings
that I can only write about
to the people back on earth,
and I am lost somewhere
on a ring that goes in circles
and never takes me anywhere,
cold
and alone
and with only a pen to save me.
What is life
if you've no one to live it with?

love poems anonymous
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