Calliope کے بول

Emotions take shape (of poetry), Conquer bright hues (and freedom), Mind reveals a taste (like that one of) A cherry splitting (inside your mouth), So pouring (it's sweet soul) Now your singing comes head (mysterious) Among the foliages of this nocturnal wood (mysterious) As you rose and heard the noise of life You loved who glorified it, in a fight, you knew, With no end Then nine sisters The most wise And noble you slip into The mind of those who can Listen And maybe tell of deeds That sound among this swarming You sang so the worth wouldn't melt Like foam into the sea But gave light to the new men's way... Hardly you sing, all imposing Shadows stand out of past and future heroes, Ever alive Across the time and the space