In the second circle comes
a desperate heart, from the love
that end their destiny, attach and blown by the infernal wind
a contrapasso of carnal desire
and it seems a lesson
that has never been learned in this present world

How difficult it is to follow the path and be guided
by our wisdom, or a Roman poet
that will lead us closer to Divinity

I may or may not believe in a higher council
but the divine love of true self
is what brings us knowledge to
'see things, unknown to man'.

Maybe if we keep walking through the woods,
our pilgrimage is what makes us a true Poet.