Dandelion
If ever there existed love,So many years ago,
It lies with hope and memory
Beneath the methane snow.
The sun a burned out cinder now,
Devoid of warmth and light.
The dead and frigid hand of space
Ensnares it in the night.
It's inner planets all consumed,
Destroyed in it's demise,
Survivors search the galaxy
For worlds to colonize.
And where did all those people go?
I really couldn't say,
Their ships, like dandelion fluff,
Bore human DNA.
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