Valles Marinieris
This canyon sings a sirens song.
It sings of life that is hidden.
Something deep within holds me thrall
to red stone, dust, and cold mystery.
Are there pockets of moisture
on the floor of this great trench?
Perhaps a pool or pasture
awaits me there impatiently!
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