Lei cavalca il
nebulosa dell'atmosfera,
grappoli di
trance virtuose.
Incarnazione di Lillith
volantino dell'oscurità,
prestare attenzione al mio appello stanco
lascia che la luce dell'eleganza ti catturi.
Drift into my omphalos
emancipare le mie inibizioni
cenare e divertirsi in amore,
un ibrido profetico esoterico
accettazione di calamità,
inseguendo la mia pietra scavata
abbai una sensazione che temo
con il massimo rispetto,
e l'impasse non ha mai
avuto talento da un altro
appena a sinistra della grazia in fiore
abbandonato nella mia luce estenuante.
L'insinuazione indugia da
i riflessi indaco crollarono,
shrapnel da guerre tranquille
tocca un battito cardiaco valzer
sospeso in venti di cristallo,
posa come ruggine
coperto attraverso il regno
il guizzo del suicidio della dualità
mandando le lacrime al codice morse
di una divinità fuggente,
sotto un velo di
compromettere la mia saggezza
risiede nella copulazione
del sole e della luna,
nascita di nuove dimensioni
dagli incubi morenti,
scala stelle rotanti
nel vortice del sublime.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Translation from Italiano -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wrapped in the brushstroke of destiny -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She rides the atmosphere nebula, clusters of virtuous trance. Incarnation of Lillith flyer of darkness, pay attention to my tired appeal let the light of elegance catch you. Drift into my omphalos emancipate my inhibitions have dinner and have fun in love, an esoteric prophetic hybrid acceptance of disasters, chasing my excavated stone I have a feeling that I fear with the utmost respect, and the impasse never has had talent from another just left of the grace in bloom abandoned in my exhausting light. The insinuation lingers from the indigo reflections collapsed, shrapnel from quiet wars touches a waltz heartbeat suspended in crystal winds, pose like rust covered through the kingdom the flicker of the suicide of duality sending tears to the morse code of a fleeing deity, under a veil of compromise my wisdom it resides in the copulation of the sun and the moon, birth of new dimensions from dying nightmares, scale rotating stars in the vortex of the sublime. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright ©2019 WhisperingQuill.All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written consent of the author or publisher. All my poetry is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3),WhisperingQuill.
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Truely amazing.
Gratzi
Whisperingquill,
Una poesia incantevole! Dopo averla letta e digerita, sono rimasta avvolta In quella “pennellata del destino”.
~Laura~
thanks for sharing this
Obviously I could only understand the translation and I imagine something may have been lost, yet still it was awe- sensing
I made that word up awe some seemed insufficient .
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