In the cosmos, human’s small, scurrying about atop their ball. We’ll think we’re large until our fall, when all are blue on this little ball. ~*~ SCK082718
The Blue Planet
rhymesalot
Outpourings from the poor old porous mind of Steve Kittell
In the cosmos, human’s small, scurrying about atop their ball. We’ll think we’re large until our fall, when all are blue on this little ball. ~*~ SCK082718
The Blue Planet
rhymesalot 