Forbidden Fruits
Biblical metaphor of immoral pleasure,
fatal attraction beyond measure.
Possibilities so near and dear bestowed,
more lust for its not allowed.
The tree of knowledge in just,
the experience to know a must.
Temptation in moral worldly loss,
no guild from the heart giving a toss.
Making virtue out of their faults,
oceans and their pinches of salts.
The ideal and its means,
breaking goals are the scenes.
Sacrifice and its value,
willingness will tell you.
If one fails oneself indeed
others will fail your need.
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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.
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