Cosmos - Poem by Vincent Silvertop
Shepherd, the sun tunes the forest poplars, and your lyre.
Rumours in the hills calm you, and a bright exotic bird charms you to a place of the blown candle were she said forever.
A precious jewell that travels the cosmos.
Your worship is no glory.
Your gallery is a laberinth to the abyss.
Temptation may not let me hear the music
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