pure flammable honey

established in the Greek Fire formula mystery the limited threshold.

the given looked over tasted, in a remerged song of youth largely told.

i force the me to become the i so me or i will never be without the me.

apart in kind in instruction akin, alien nobility with intrepid grey of the sides i prevent the fold.

timid tumultuous intentions turbulent ,i force the calm of the winter rain together with my thoughts from the cold.

maybe or the might could be in a many more over i prefer the same of the sane.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I think you love mystery, myths and philosophy. Your write reflects that.
Best wishes on you poetry.