Venus Churns Out Gold Poem by Leon Moon

Venus Churns Out Gold



I inspect every soul as if it was my own
Whether dead, living or to be born.
This has always been natural,
It's only what could've been.

I long for the day I have children.

If I get up, ask me who I am.
Respond in the only way you can.
And as venus churns out gold, we'll forget
What it ever meant to have worth.

Monday, March 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: eternity
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