My luck was going first
My luck was going first
Your face is a token of impiety for heavens' realms
And your form, a drosometer, counts my open arms
Ccorpus of the other worlds a false-key, to paradisos
decline of up-streams instinctive priorities to abyssos
An deep inhale of perfume, inspired my auto-aesthesy
it was a God to expire me upon your spirit's ecstasy.
Non bearing my uppish stand, forever strange of you
Supercilious, albeit absurd, expedite my morning dew
My souls convection transmits on winds' caressing
languages of strange forms, expire years of sensing
Excursions of my altered souls, latent worlds inside
Unequal destinies of, I refused, describing of Hades
Knight of gallantry remains on stand, there to abide
Prime promises adjoin of souls, impetus on your side
[Which was that name of yours, I never thought to ask
My luck was going first, on your land's soil to collapse]
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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