<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Charades II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twas my impression, hours bending<br>infinitum in our minds' stall, <br>a ship to escape, deft sailors' call, <br>as times were hard and not ending.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the ship were ghosts of souls, <br>as slow the dusk subscribed to night, <br>tulips of smoke, in hazed dim light, <br>three sailor forms in charades sprawls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They danced and danced the nights after, <br>umpteen mimicks, and each mime word, <br>a riddle to enslave minds' circuit board, <br>ghosts jumped with their looney laughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We danced with them under the rain; <br>odd marionettes of dark ship hustle; <br>rotated round a conceived axle; <br>(the ship wants us to wind and feign) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the shore, were scattered lights, <br>mere blinking to expend weak flames, <br>this dance eluded us to games, <br>and windy memories of kites.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fled to reach happiness where, <br>the stars smiled to a careless void, <br>and none recalled his life destroyed, <br>and none recalled our 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=400724" data-title="Charades II de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="Twas my impression, hours bending infinitum in our minds' stall, a ship to escape, deft sailors' call, as times were hard and not ending. Upon the ship were ghosts of souls, as slow the dusk subscribed to night, tulips of smoke, in hazed dim ..."></div> </div> </div>

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