<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527704" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nun leaves <br>the warm parlour </div><div style="margin:10px 0">off the cloister <br>and feels the cloisters' cold </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and biting frost of early dawn. <br>Each bite and nip </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of toes and fingertips <br>a minor crucifixion. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My self my enemy <br>you shall not win. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cross signifies <br>the crossing out of I, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the I's greed and wants <br>and selfish such. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is birdsong. <br>Smell that blossom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do not rush, walk as told, <br>remember that. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sense that cold. <br>Feel those nails, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hammering flesh, <br>co-joined with Christ, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as His bride, day <br>and tortured night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">See that fresh born sun; <br>night's moon shies away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nun pauses. <br>Sniffs the air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time of bleeding. <br>Tombstone of another's death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sees, smoke like, <br>her rising breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527704" data-title="Bride de Terry Collett" data-description="The nun leaves the warm parlour off the cloister and feels the cloisters' cold and biting frost of early dawn. Each bite and nip of toes and fingertips a minor crucifixion. My self my enemy you shall not win. The cross signifies th..."></div> </div> </div>

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