<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400723" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Charades</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was my impression, hours were bending<br>infinite years of waiting and mind stalling, <br>a ship of our escaping, deft sailors calling, <br>time was becoming hard and never ending.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the ship were only shadows of souls, <br>and as the dusk slow, subscribed to night, <br>it was three of us in tulips of smoked light, <br>and seven sailor ghosts in charades sprawls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They danced and danced the nights after, <br>mimicking umpteen concepts, as each word, <br>was one more riddle upon our mind board, <br>- ghosts jumped with their crazy laughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we danced with them, under the rain; <br>foolish marionettes of a black ship hustle; <br>rotated, around a conceived infinite axle; <br>the dark ship wanted us to wind and feign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the shore, were scattered lights, <br>blinking like to expend, desolated flames, <br>with this dance eluding us to child games, <br>and the windy memories of Sunday kites.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We flied up to reach a happiness where, <br>the stars were smiling to a careless void, <br>and none recalled his one life destroyed, <br>and none recalled our ship dance of ne'er.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</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=400723" data-title="Charades de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="It was my impression, hours were bending infinite years of waiting and mind stalling, a ship of our escaping, deft sailors calling, time was becoming hard and never ending. Upon the ship were only shadows of souls, and as the dusk slow, subscr..."></div> </div> </div>

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