Frightened faces, with
No remarks.
Contribute greatly, so you have
No complaints.
In this dry world
Of Venus,
The arid plains on
The dusty mountains
Boiling magma
Flows from the springs, the
Sun blocked out completely
From a methane cloud
Orange and yellow
Is all I see, but it
Doesn't compare
To you
The blue-green figures
Contrast in this
Hydrochlorical
Atmosphere.
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
