Sep 2019
The skies were grey,
Like hidden secrets.
A blemish in nature,
An unborn fetus.
The gold sat near,
But sold to science.
It lay in water,
Product of only God’s finest.
Like hidden secrets.
A blemish in nature,
An unborn fetus.
The gold sat near,
But sold to science.
It lay in water,
Product of only God’s finest.
