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Diatom Shells
Sep 07, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

THE SAINT

THE SAINT You would not tempt even the round armed soil And the shining grasses To enter your body, And so they do not touch you. Your body- - oh, The body that was built for love once, The tongue spelled in such a wide way That it would rhyme with any flesh word- - Stilled and deepened And waxed stalactite. You wear a permanent honey of sleep, You are untouched, Even the bright marble Of cancer in your breast, Incorrupt.
— Diatom Shells, Sep 07, 2009

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Bosscombat

16 years 9 months ago

:)

lovely to say the least an overwhelming sense of melancholy and hope that warrants 5 stars ♣
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 9 months ago

Diatom Shells...

This to me was personal, for I've known Saints too... thank you for posting this! Richard
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lyz

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Diatom Shells

From heart to soul, you are a beautiful writer. Very expressive words and sad. Loved this. Lyz. x
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Worldwide Freeride

16 years 9 months ago

Simply stunning...

Diatom Shells... I don't think anyone but you could write this... you push the boundaries of the soul and the essence of mindkind with words such as these. So deep and eloquently phrased that you feel each line strike you heart and pluck its strings in harmony... creating a saint's symphony that truly should be echoed or sung perhaps in lament in passages of time forever. This is for me metaphasic poetry... it transgresses the boundry of reality and the soul and fuses them togther... in dazzing style. Bravo... Absolutely brilliant! Worldwide Freeride!
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Diatom Shells

16 years 9 months ago

thank you

I give thanks to all for 'getting' this one, for this one is a personal piece that I balled when writing it. -shells
Seren

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Kyrie

As in sleep they slumber satin nights enfold beloved misted Angels await till time grows old For yours and mine Love Jayne x x x This is just beautiful hun
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ziggy

16 years 9 months ago

THE SAINT

enda, patrick collins. HI I love the wording you choose to discribe this personal powerful piece , you have a great style of writting i am glad i found this always ZIGGY