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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Itmon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody ever promised me<br>A patch of lilacs in the wintertime and<br>Pink clouds never truly rained<br>A river of tears-<br>I only promised myself the land of Itmon-<br>Something akin to a goddess or a saint<br>I would sit at the right hand of the holy octagon-<br>Fervently praying for my inner world to come alive-<br>Locked inside the chambers of madness and<br>Locked inside the confinement of my bedroom<br>For days my head would be lost in those pink clouds, <br>Even sometimes while they were raining <br>A fine mist of gold upon and before me-<br>My bed had become the ferryboat guiding me through the bleakness of<br>My sordid nightmares to<br>This mesmerizing world deemed as Itmon-<br>I am alive inside this far away place, though<br>Truly not so far away-<br>The voices inside of my mind, commanding-<br>Giving me orders day in and day out-<br>My closest companions whose orders<br>I feel inclined to obey-<br>Running far away from the voices of my past where<br>The planet earth has not been kind-<br>The land of Itmon is none but paradise-<br>Here I have come to know Kyt, my beloved, <br>Donning flaxen hair and eyes of<br>Cyanotic blue- <br>Hypnotizing me with her glance and<br>Charming me with her smile-<br>Taking me by the hand and leading me into<br>The magical land of Itmon-<br>This place where nobody feels despair and where<br>We lose ourselves within our dreams-<br>Pink clouds turning lavender at night fall-<br>Snow never falls in this land of my fantasies-<br>Fantasies have so abruptly transformed to reality-<br>Hand in hand Kyt and I have abandoned the demons of<br>Our squalid pasts and we have entered this fairytale place of our<br>Wildest dreams to remain forever bonded-<br>Nobody ever promised me inner peace-<br>Nobody ever sang to me the song of a nightingale-<br>As an inhabitant of this planet I was so rudely born in<br>Nobody ever understood or comprehended-<br>So I mounted my proud unicorn and fled into the sunrise-<br>Dismounting when I reached that path<br>Paved before me-<br>That path paved in platinum, which by nature guided me<br>Into the magnificent land of Itmon-<br>I see mountains of many colors-<br>Before whirlpools of waters of deep cobalt blue-<br>I stand stalwart besides tall reeds, viridian hued-<br>I am very much alive in this unique place of my dreams which<br>Has rapidly become my only reality-<br>Sing with me, Kyt, the song of a nightingale- for<br>I hear faint words of alien people saying that<br>I have lost my sanity and am in a wretched state-<br>I have never been a happier person alive-<br>I have lost myself inside the world of my dreams forever-<br>My dreams are reality and yesterday’s reality has vanished and<br>Looking into those eyes of Kyt’s-<br>Compelling and hypnotic as in my fondest dreams-<br>Eyes of cerulean blue truly spellbinding as are as always<br>The voices inside my mind commanding-<br>I have a home that only I can envision-<br> I sit on the right side of the holy octagon and<br>Thank the Goddess that rules this fine land for <br>Making my dreams come alive, <br>My fantasies are my only true reality now, as I <br>Walk that pathway paved in platinum before me<br>Into lavender skies and whirlpools of my destiny, <br>Abandoning my past forever-<br>Only to see ahead and to look forward<br>Without looking behind me and<br>Without ever turning back…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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A patch of lilacs in the wintertime and
Pink clouds never truly rained
A river of tears-
I only promised myself the land of Itmon-
Something akin to a goddess or a saint
I would sit at the right hand of the holy octagon-
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