Sunday, November 10, 2024

VENUS




VENUS


Venus, Venus Gaia's twin
Rocky surface, hot as sin
Brightly shines like a jeweled crown
Draped in the deepest ebony gown
Your sultry shine cause all to gaze
But closer look we see your haze
Smuld'ring clouds of toxic breath
Lures all living to their death
Long ago thy surface shape
Was once a lush blue oceanscape
Volcanic cones now dot your skin
Bellowing clouds to their chagrin
Raining wastes at a rapid rate
Makes us think of Earth's own fate
Venus, Venus Gaia's same
Slowly turning round in shame
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