Temptation is calling card.
casually drops it
the sins that have
always been a weakness,
relishes wrath, gluttony, and pride.
knowledge is no longer a defense.
mimic, turning our backs on light
night envelopes in.
greedily, accept false trivials
envying that which we are too blind to see,
lusting for that which we have given up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem