<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gallivants Nigh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gallivants Nigh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His broken roads to faraway, but not to safety<br>fair in advance, a violent gain, of his eternity, <br>there, he seeks his childhood's white clouds, <br>why ocean-paths are ornaments of shrouds? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then I ask you, glorious beauty, to adore, <br>about routes that I have chosen back before, <br>years guided me back, to opaline nacreous -<br>darkened mislays old, of my strength ominous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shrills of Ghosts belt down anything gleaming, <br>and hopes, to dusk in dreams again, dimming, <br>to abate in Stygian trips, of a inside emptiness, <br>consent Styx darkness, renounce brightness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pearlescent were our trips, along Milky way, <br>beaming on oceanic paths, our youth's eyes, <br>we never knew that unassailable they will be, <br>even from us! and decorate some Sirens' glee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus, you escort my illusions on lonely quays, <br>again, your faraway projection, entirely stays, <br>within Utopian hopes to embrace a lone ghost<br>reverberant she 'll be, sailing lonely to foremost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright © - G. V.- 05.05.2012<br>/ © PoemH.30992640</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=400785" data-title="Gallivants Nigh de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="Gallivants Nigh His broken roads to faraway, but not to safety fair in advance, a violent gain, of his eternity, there, he seeks his childhood's white clouds, why ocean-paths are ornaments of shrouds? And then I ask you, glorious beauty, to a..."></div> </div> </div>

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