Saint Mary
Reclining looks on the bottom of your marine eyes
A rock of rest your lip on my love
Heady wine your verses, like high waves and courteous,
i rest in your womb that cradles me, and isolates me from the world of nothing
Fragrant smell scents on the edge of your well harmonized hair
Your nose shows me your pure mouth, equal to a honeycomb that honey overflows.
Marvelouse nature
Between oleanders and the old weed arisen victorious among the pleasant lauwns and the thallus of the lichens my gaze not excluded itself along my prospect I see at the end of the look flamens, the explosion of a maple troubled by fire and the smoke that sways itself on the wind but they do not invest my quiet soul what prayer it never excluded
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The 144000 Saints
PoetryThe best saints men who always follow Jesus wherever he goes they live always in the God rays: When you'll see the shooting stars you will rise from your decays Maybe on that day you will rise in the cosmos of your thoughts like a supernova Immens...
