do i have contextual limitations
am i bereft of the bird eye view
as i clean cobwebs from my white marble sculpture
Am i spent
do i not see the forces of hate subduing loves brigtness
darknes, yet i manage to mix a litle light
A heroic part of me consecuence enables me to record my life
To separate the unusual from the ordinary
to derive feelings that will never betray and that weave a coronal for every tendernes
Despite your thorns your a lovely girl
do you perfer a ranch or a castle
Would you prefer me to call you a rose
Makeup an allegory about me looking at the clouds swimming in your eyes
in our eyes
the romance
You can see one nerve jumps then another
How many knots are they in the rope that ties us together
Rescuing passion from hell
what price is the ephimeral ink
compared to the volumes of books
what price pegasus wings
What planet to discover and flee from fagen, whatch the crystal river
rip the veils away
back to paradise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem