You see my dear

Once upon a

Time… the skies

Of Venus we’re

Dressed in

Vanilla clouds,

Below was a surface

Of blueberry

Seas some land of green

A little bit of trees,

Solar powered

Domed cities

hovered through

The air in one

Of them he met

Her, there they

Became acquainted

Through a certain

Kind of flower

That no longer

Grows there, now

Volacnic activity

Simply stifles

the air

 

I’m telling you this

My love, because it

Is not the first time

We’ve met….and it

Is not the first time

I’ve given you

This flower and if

You smell maybe you’ll

Remebr the promise

I made six hundred

Billion years ago….

 

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