Writen Love Poem by Vincent Silvertop

To advance I turn to breaking my idols.

Love the illusion till I am lost.

Songs bursting to come.
...
Flowing into the sea.

The roads are sliding beneath me.

I focus on the picture of chaos whence Aphrodite emerges adorer of my shadows.

Fallen leaves.

Written destiny, open desert,

I have been vane and loved deserts and my own image instead of gardens, and have neglected your-world of opulent beauty.