Holy Sin
Every morning when I wake up
I pray to Adam and Eve
I thank them for eating that
fruit, from that
forbidden tree.
For without that
holy sin
an art as beautiful as
you and I
would have never ever been.
Could there ever have been
a more tragic sin
than a time without
the beingness of us?
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Beautiful Madness
ΠοίησηThe 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
