I am nothing but Man, I sin.
I was born from the sweetest apple of sins
and I shall live and die by the ways of sin
as my fathers before me and as my brothers do still.
We are nothing but Man, born to sin.
STAI LEGGENDO
Beautiful Madness
PoesiaThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
