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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400778" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Floating Brim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An eerie song spelled by the auster, <br>but no one, must listen to the gusts<br>we receive on our cargo's pilot cutter<br>as we sheer off, to a nightly cussed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind sings this divergent song, <br>with a conceived vision to whisper, <br>upon the pilot cutter, sailing along<br>Atlantic, as we stare at the big dipper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On long route, attention sharpens, <br>with our steersman's whistling song, <br>heard in a liquor bar in Antwerpen<br>but he was not so lucky or strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A quarrel and a flashing blade, drawn<br>just for a solitude's question spend, <br>on Ocean wondering his soul 's upon, <br>in the winds, a harmonica will blend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ghostly port to stop, at Cape Coast, <br>a shinning and all was a dim past, <br>an end aghast, a thorny crowned post<br>to visit my sleep, for I remained last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our cargo slowly cuts on a bluish drape, <br>our diesels hum a besetting rhythm<br>in mists, as we envision a dark gate<br>that opens to engulf our floating brim.</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=400778" data-title="Floating Brim de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="An eerie song spelled by the auster, but no one, must listen to the gusts we receive on our cargo's pilot cutter as we sheer off, to a nightly cussed. The wind sings this divergent song, with a conceived vision to whisper, upon the pilot cutte..."></div> </div> </div>
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