Vincent Silvertop

Being - Poem by Vincent Silvertop

A prohet amongst all was a decision.
If you are fearfull, let the muses guide me.
Through the forest.

The sun will heed my cry.
Further on than the end.
Than the stars.

Shared peace, reproduced desires to dream,
Evolved into drowzy, fantasy, of having your love.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

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