Rome Poem by Vincent Silvertop
Rome
More joy he would hardly seek.
But she was a delight to see that made him happy.
And fall before the spirit.
To live in a blue world.
Attached to her tender, affectionate body quivering in the sun.
That gives a piece of paradise, to a skylark.
Longing mirrage of passions unfolded in a whirlwind of flowers.
That romance that touches the hearts of the atoms confused,
At the altars of loves extacy.
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