Sweetly illusory beauty.
That I dare not brake.
For fear, that i may fall.
Seduced into temptation.
Lost.
Found by the fountain.
Reborn from the cloud.
I Listen to the god Olympus.
Set free to perceive.
The vigour, of the century..
I listen to Aphrodite, and
realise i i have been of poor service to my highers
in educating my lowers a
I>have allot to learn
Penetrating the darkness.
In the fold.
In the wind, in your heart in your tears
The tears of the fountain.that fall in the water.
Vincent Silvertop
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