A nectar of the gods,
Deeming mortals with immortality,
A fine spun gold of immortal divinity,
Lips touch the way of the gods,
and are brought to the gates of light,
Enlightened by the divine,
you take in the aroma,
it beckons such a deep kiss,
yet you remain the spectator for such godly bliss.
Sensational write, this quite different from you to me, but it still amazing spell...a crimson talent is conquering the dark :) More nice art Crimson, write more.._Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'it beckons such a deep kiss, yet you remain the spectator for such godly bliss.' Hey! Hey! You are gifted with enormous talent and amazing brain to write poetry great.....