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#crystalline
"The most exquisite face wrinkles and droops with age Roses too must wither, mocking man's desire for any eternal beauty in materiality Death will destroy the buds of youth, Cataclysms will demolish the grandeurs of this earth But nothing can destroy the splendor of the astral cosmos" Many forms, but crystalline perfection; Mystics pine, on the meaning of raging storms; In lieu of real connection. We can Appreciate the beauty that is laid before. Before our time, and we veer Without axis, & detached from direction.
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Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 8:28 PM UTC
Whitley
#* Cold mists and paper clips A minuscule vapour cloud Covers a story, neatly filed Streams had dreams The river knew of Gently flowed into the bay Warm water springs The freezing cold lake Shares the revelry A beauty to behold Damp air and Crystals of salt Into the pan, white*#
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 10:43 PM UTC
Crystalline
The lake donned lily pads like brocade. The gossamer blades of grass sparkled with dew that fell like crystalline tears. Diaphanous clouds drifted lazily across a rose painted sky. The ambience of it all caught my breath. With the steady hum of the cicadas mingled with the resonance of the hummingbird perched on the dogwood tree, I was utterly transfixed.
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
A Beautiful Somewhere
Between the fibril webs, dripping dew crystalline in the glare, Yet yonder betwixt the tendrils a bloom doth loom the undergrowth, Dahlia or ambrosia, neither less evinced, In excess of apples and worms, The beauty unlikeness to petal or fruit, Nor weighed to deflorate by the evergreen. As a stranger to the forest, I've run amok the hillside, And undone the earth with each selfish trudge. I've littered the trail with the thoughts of my most internal singularity and emerged as legion amidst ancestors before. Each lesson ringing true, made never to be undone with failure in pretense.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
A Semblance of Dysbulia
*At dawn from misty mountains he came. A thunder from the blue! his name.*
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
"Seiran" (Crystalline)
○☆♢☆♡☆♢☆○ She sends her love She sends her love down into the Mother that holds her dearly pressed deep within layers crystalline veins become fingers of light beneath the surface precious stone purple points of symmetry down through darkness so dark ancient dreams she remembers She sends Her Heart Heart Pure She sends her love She sends her love down into the Mother   that holds her dearly millenniums of rotation meld together in perfect form full, round and firm layers upon layers of bones, stones n' trees leaves laden with mud pressed dense n' deep beneath the surface orbs of precious stone purple points of symmetry crystalline veins become fingers of light tunnels of silver copper and gold milleniumms of rotation meld together in perfect form full, round and firm stones trees n' bones mud laden with leaves     pressed deep n' dense   down through darkness so dark ancient dreams She remembers She sends her Heart Heart Pure fingers of light Illuminating the Warm Core   Beating Heart of the Mother   ☆○♢☆♢▪♡▪♢☆♢○☆ Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
She Sends Her Love
You're a pale blue crystalline kissable atoms of structural perfection
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
10w
*At nightfall, in the midst of silence, The sky turned, Into a sheet of gray, And droplets of rain, Pleasantly came sprinkling down, Making tranquil musical sounds, Appearing to entertain. Landing upon an adorned bed of roses, In hues of reds, yellows, Pinks and whites, Lightly spreading their delicate petals, As crystalline beads, Gently dripped onto the ground, In a soft melody.*
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
In A Soft Melody
Each day, my rotten flesh Is being picked away. The scabs blossoming With their rosy red smiles, So crystalline And bright. And as I shed my winter coat, The sad mass of green goo, A figure, raw and sick, Is left behind. From thick To thin. Now ****** And bare, Somehow this spring breeze Is more like poisoned air.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
Flesh