<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400763" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Enfolds me aptly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wind runs on my face - a billow of rain.<br>and I to blunt the cold - a glassy cockle<br>it is a comely face in my mist, and pain, <br>and to conflate 'em with glance, in focal..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So it was you, absently, to speak, in mind<br>was it my drift, a dalliance, but dead, <br>to go under a snowy quilt, dull and blind, <br>maybe to stop my messaging, that bled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt, my ebullience was a Naiad's bliss, <br>expanded in ethereal, nightly backdrops, <br>her tales brought to me a kind Abyss, <br>full of caresses, dulcet treats an' nyctalops.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To disinherit this entropy of bluish grip<br>around my wrist; also diffused in waves, <br>she ruled my foolish notions ever since, <br>with an urge to embrace again - in grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spilled flow of Crimson log, my loss, <br>oblating to empty dreams, I exit lines, <br>of horizontal destinies in darkened chaos, <br>her windy tears of solitude, in brines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, I open my glassy sails in bridal space<br>so happy is my heart and beating madly, <br>a cold wind is blowing, icy on my face, <br>an open Chaos under me enfolds me aptly.</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=400763" data-title="Enfolds me aptly de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="A wind runs on my face - a billow of rain. and I to blunt the cold - a glassy cockle it is a comely face in my mist, and pain, and to conflate 'em with glance, in focal.. So it was you, absently, to speak, in mind was it my drift, a dalliance, b..."></div> </div> </div>

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