<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400909" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Swept Idea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beatitude whelmed is visiting my esteem, <br>to coincide with my remorse, and dream, <br>and there, as my unguarded pride rings, <br>another solitude to invent on lost sea links.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A shudder from the northern blow travels, <br>an antidote to my soul's solitude unravels<br>kills silent worlds where my failures hide<br>pushes my suspicion of a dim hope aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On dark roads my enthalpy is a dull emitter, <br>a fly in skies of a sole try, my altimeter, <br>your memory recounts, my fervor of cauma, <br>a knock on my tearing wound and trauma..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still.. Today's dream is one more code, <br>that laughs as only one visitor will approach, <br>a wind carries last year in his cold embrace<br>my one attempt will wipe off, a sand trace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind cries; it passes my soul's burden, <br>a message dim never read, call of a maiden, <br>that invites stranded souls of lost wars, <br>to wait on Heaven roads where ether soars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A swept idea of a smile and another of tear, <br>her ghostly upwardly turned hands and stare, <br>guide my senses and my route towards tides, <br>where I felt her to wait for me inside Hades.</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=400909" data-title="Swept Idea de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="Beatitude whelmed is visiting my esteem, to coincide with my remorse, and dream, and there, as my unguarded pride rings, another solitude to invent on lost sea links. A shudder from the northern blow travels, an antidote to my soul's solitude..."></div> </div> </div>

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