Sweetly illusory beauty.

That I dare not brake.

For fear, that i may fall.

Seduced into temptation.

Lost.

Found by the fountain.

Reborn from the cloud.

I Listen to the god Olympus.

Set free to perceive.

The vigour, of the century..

I listen to Aphrodite, and

realise i i have been of poor service to my highers

in educating my lowers a

I>have allot to learn

Penetrating the darkness.

In the fold.

In the wind, in your heart in your tears

The tears of the fountain.that fall in the water.

Vincent Silvertop

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