Cosmos Poem by Vincent Silvertop

Cosmos

Rating: 2.7


Shepherd, the sun tunes the forest poplars, and your lyre.

Rumours in the hills calm you, and a bright exotic bird charms you to a place of the blown candle were she said forever.

A precious jewell that travels the cosmos.

Your worship is no glory.

Your gallery is a laberinth to the abyss.

Temptation may not let me hear the music

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