Meadows Poem by Vincent Silvertop

I could my future from earth.

With all my might i stand, and with the light of the stars draw a picture so beautifully.

With rays of peace i forge a cow.

But i can only draw moribund shipwrecked dreams

To stand virtuous for me to love something closer to you, the stars.

More than the possible, infatuated by a dream,

i need to quench the thirst, according to the rule of love, and the night.

I am the song not the body.

I love the waves not the sea.

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