Page 41 - GALIET ONEYOUME Mystic Poetry: On the Soul´s Journey to God IV
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Her Fluvial Immortal Lips Flower
Her fluvial immortal lips flower My teacup’s brim
With fulness time seeps
Its sweet milk
Sold to faith
I found her lonely Withered, dusty and moldy
Bittersweet and cornered
On a broken chair in a northern jail
Her bony hands that once
Held the brush blue and pink of love At the door’s back of birthing twenty-four Weigh her unable age in iron After love stole
Lied and Hid
And broke all trust
She patiently puffs Each anointed second resigned To lost memories of God
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