Helen

You are paler than the Moon

You look like snow

In June.

You eyes, you are a ghost

Already lost

A guest who became host.

And Gods were watching from above

The way you raised your eyes

And fell in Love.

And Gods were watching from above

How your Beauty killed

The White Dove.

You are sadder than a rose in bloom

Your lips, you are doomed.

Do you have any regrets?

The destroyed statues…

No, I don’t.

And Gods were watching from above

The way you raised your eyes

And fell in Love.

And Gods were watching from above

How your Beauty killed

The White Dove.

• Helen by September 29th [experimental] 5 points. last published 9 months ago share

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