<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413084" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Midnight summer hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Midnight summer hour, in the streets of a dormant city <br>That has not a sound from the warm dusty, pavement<br>The pale moon has lost her memory in nightly orbit of pity<br>She is smiling alone in awkward mockery, madness no sentiment</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the dimming lamplight the withered leaves of late summer <br>Are collecting at my feet and at the corner streets<br>And the wind by them begins at their hiss to moan <br>So terrifying sounds that it delays the hesitating dawn<br> <br>The memory of her all alone in the moonlight<br>I can smile at the reminisces of old happy days<br>She was so beautiful then under the sun at the bay<br>I remember the time I knew that happiness was a delight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let this divine memory live again in my fantasy<br>As I walk desolated in empty streets as every street lamp<br>Seems to beat a fatalistic beacon of final flame <br>A warning, of its doom approaching end and agonizing ecstasy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone mutters at the street lamp gutters band<br>And soon a fierce and foul dawn rises on the beach sand <br>The light from her window into the darkness beams<br>She is no longer mine such an abrasive realistic it seems</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Copy rights 2010<br> All rights reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</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=413084" data-title="A Midnight summer hour de Isaac Ziv" data-description="A Midnight summer hour, in the streets of a dormant city That has not a sound from the warm dusty, pavement The pale moon has lost her memory in nightly orbit of pity She is smiling alone in awkward mockery, madness no sentiment In the dimming l..."></div> </div> </div>

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