Vincent Silvertop - She

She is perfect,

she perceives.

The moon, there is no distance.

To Our love.

I look in the mirror at love, i see the end.

Beyond love there is peace.

The wind, messenger of Aphrodite

Some Quake, look at the sun,

Lookingat at the blue wall and thinking if I heard the message from the god olimpus i could have you in my arms,

and many colours.

Vincent Silvertop

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