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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471070" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>13: 00</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doors swung open with feigned eloquence <br>And eyes left ajar from daunted pretense <br>As time flew back towards the pleasant <br>Odyssey of your gentle goodnight<br>And the dark and piercing star-screams<br>Were heard guffawing and echoing<br>When the interpolating bliss ceased<br>With the last painted malady</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The penumbra of the waxing moon<br>Incessantly stropped the brusque fringes<br>Of her stalemate blight, insinuatingly, <br>A pall of her emollient jet-black locks<br>Fell unto the fluorescence of her face<br>In the stillness of the windless sand<br>It whispered a riddance, droning, <br>That the ebbing water palmed <br>Into a turbid naivety: Good bye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your swimming eyes found a moor<br>To carry yourself in the oceanic morsel <br>Of a misbegotten yesterday, whilst I<br>Was caught in the transition of consciousness<br>The lissome hands of time rat-racing<br>To catch each other's ornate grip</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was beckoned to sleep<br>I was surmised to a defeat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are watching dancing lips<br>Undulating to the familiar songs<br>Of farewells and good nights</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At 13: 00 - the perfect time<br>To connive against the lies -<br>We succumb into what we hated<br>Into the condescending wings<br>Of time's soundless flight<br>Like a connoisseur harlequin<br>It bent a grin concealed of menacing<br>And inveigled us to an esplanade<br>In the ethereal timelessness<br>That shatters the clockwork; <br>Wither the blossoming, <br>Freeze the truant spring, <br>Desecrate the ripening</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I reimbursed what I have thrived: <br>A gathering of imperial plights<br>Your cloyed grace departed the tableau<br>And for all that was misconstrued, <br>And for all these endeavoring you abandoned<br>I still ask myself every 13 o'clock: <br>Where are you, felled seraphim?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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And eyes left ajar from daunted pretense 
As time flew back towards the pleasant 
Odyssey of your gentle goodnight
And the dark and piercing star-screams
Were heard guffawing and echoing
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