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.
Walking the valley.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem