venus song

Venus rising
Mars up high
desert quiet
under predawn sky

watchful geckos
have gone to bed
riotous echos
bounce in my head

the streets are quiet
but the highways buzz
the streets want what will be
dumpsters take out what was

Venus rising
Mars up high
desert quiet
under predawn sky

Venus shines
upon us all
she sings in rhymes
may we hear her call

Venus glows
within our hearts
her music flows
may we learn our parts

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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