Time - Poem by Vincent Silvertop
I evoke a time of glory.
of a cristaline river.
Holding my lover of golden plaits.
By the Waist as she dances through the rain.
The oars entrenched in the heart of a lord.
Who has the fierce ardour of a wariour.
Whose mission is to liberate and elevate the world from tirany.
Is your love is indiferent to the head of saint john The Babtist.
Your flesh, will wave wanting to give itself, skin. I will await gently.
I only ask for your body, as horse water.
So I can live in your blue dream forever.
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