Poetry

SATURN’S GRAND LEAVE

Half sobbing, half heartbroken it left.

Rings faded, color lost in a twinkle.

It dipped and bowed and pleaded its goodbye.

As it walked away it said I’ll be back someday.

It came back indeed.

All gray and shriveled down.

A few craters lay on it.

Its atmosphere was hard as ice.

It orbited differently.

For its gas had gone.

Analise Braddock
Analise Braddock, 9
Katonah, New York

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