Pearls of grace grow on broken vines
Wine as mystical as death
Shower me like an Irish rain
Have you seen your hidden self?
The masks are just time
Soul is immortal
Byron wants ideals
Romantic scarves of Apollo
A noble cause
Paris is my escape
Globalism is the tower of Babel
Philosophy over coffee
Her mind is just like a flower
Her kisses like spring
Forget the age, embrace her
Art is my muse
Relationships bring meaning
Eternity is coiled in every minute
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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