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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To someone that I loved</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. The odours of jasmine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The odours of jasmine, gardenia<br>and lavender sneaks in <br>through the room’s window<br>and it smells like a perfumery </div><div style="margin:10px 0">while rays upon rays march over the bed<br>climbing over your arms, body and legs<br>while we lie stretched out<br>close to each other, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ignoring the sounds from the street, <br>where cars rush by, <br>the barks of the dogs<br>yelping at passing strangers, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">only when you wake up, <br>I draw the curtains shut<br>as we feel the coldness of twilight<br>and join in body and soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II. On the porch we watch the setting sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the porch we watch the setting sun, <br>while sweet St. Anna wine <br>sparkles in our glasses<br>and there’s an intimacy, <br>a type of tranquillity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the experience of early evening<br>while lights shine yellow and white in the distance, <br>the bottom of the clouds is almost ruby-red, <br>the black are already darkening some clouds, <br>while other remains snowy-white</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the darkness catches us <br>with a full yellow moon<br>and like naughty children<br>we sneak into our house, <br>we sneak into our own bedroom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while joy foams like champagne<br>we are very intimately together<br>melting into one body<br>and while your hand later<br>still caress my back like a butterfly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">barely touching here and there<br>I realise that you are the best part of me, <br>with your soft sweet lips <br>barely touching my cheek, <br>your hot breath against my body.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III. While the night is being born</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the night is being born, <br>the darkness sneaks into our house, <br>sneaks into our bedroom, <br>a sudden breeze begins blowing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">far off against the horizon<br>near to the Magaliesberg mountains<br>blue-white streaks of thunder<br>flashes like canon fire </div><div style="margin:10px 0">while we can smell<br>the scent of rain, of wet earth<br>on the breeze that is blowing stronger, <br>tossing the small potato trees to and thro</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your face is full of terror<br>in the light of a lightning bolt<br>falling just outside of the window<br>and your eyes look big and white</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while I cuddle you close to me<br>and your arms enfold, wrap around me drawing<br>me still closer and suddenly <br>the night is chilly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while big drops of rain pound down, <br>splashing until the rain pours like a torrent<br>and we find comfort in each other<br>melting with passion into one another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV. The alarm clock wakes me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The alarm clock wakes me<br>while it’s still twilight<br>and with the falling rain<br>the early morning is still dark<br>as if the night is lingering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside the large jacaranda trees<br>wave in the storm wind<br>dropping purple-blue flowers<br>like a shower of confetti<br>and the street gleams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while cars drive past splashing<br>water in a spray<br>and we have to get ready<br>for the new day<br>and quite lazily you stretch out, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">drawing me back to bed, <br>drawing me close to you, <br>drawing me into your warmth<br>while our lips, bodies and limbs<br>intertwine to become one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V. We agree to meet for lunch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We agree to meet for lunch<br>in a restaurant just off church street<br>on a autumn day <br>on the twentieth of May</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you are smiling, <br>lifting a glass of red champagne, <br>when so near that we can feel the wind of it<br>a tremendous explosion erupts shattering, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">shattering the innocent people in Church Street<br>with deadly sharp pieces of glass and concrete<br>and I pull you down to the ground <br>as we take cover behind the small table</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where we were eating, <br>the air is suddenly full<br>with the sound of people <br>screaming in pain and terror</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and as we rush out, <br>going into Church Street <br>and there’s blood and guts everywhere<br>with terrified, screaming, mutilated <br>and wounded people</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where ever we look<br>and you cry in relieve of escape, <br>in sheer terror and shock<br>and the world has gone amok.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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The odours of jasmine, gardenia
and lavender sneaks in 
through the room’s window
and it smells like a perfumery 

while rays upon rays march over the bed
climbing over your arms, body and legs
while we lie stretched ou..."></div>
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