Open Poetry #48 |
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I am almost a saint |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
In the morning I am a saint, I think of my church And makes my prayers, I would preach almost So that we adore me, But the day spends And the sins ignite, My kindness wastes away And my will weakens Because my church, I confess it It is your temple and its attractive domes. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Yann, you bare your soul and your heart with this beautiful verse. Any man who thinks of his love as a temple shows a saintly side of his personality. I don't think that this kind of worship is sinful. ![]() Love, Marherita |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
oh margherita, thanks a lot for the BEAUTIFUL comment...I find recomfort in your words, and elevation of the poem, have a nice day yann |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
fine writing Yann, Enjoyed your worship here.True and straight to the point. "The secret behind survival of mankind is kindness and love within our hearts" |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
thanks nataraj, your comment touched me by his "à propos" (accuracy) have a nice day yann |
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