<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dream in the Shade of Gray</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time is bound in a spell tongue-tied<br>Prance and wince like the ocean's tide<br>And ebb back into the waterfront<br>At the time you're eschewed most <br>Shall we sleep in cold repose? <br> <br>Days that flutter like little hands<br>Of such bliss in ignorance<br>Unknowing of an inching death<br>A deadlock in inestimable breadth<br>Shall we dream in blues and reds? <br> <br>Your greeting warmth of dawn<br>Cleaved on rocky mountains' brawn<br> A hesitant beckon, <br>Or nonchalance withdrawn.<br>Shall it compensate the price I pawned? <br> <br>Tied in laces, gaps and spaces, <br>Gaping faces sunken in pillowcases<br>With the brunt of endless ribbing<br>And the toll of lucid dreaming<br>Shall we adhere in the killing? <br> <br>In between a yes and a no<br>A basking truth I least follow<br>A questioning not of truth<br>Such an acerbic grape fruit! <br>Shall we call this point of moot? <br> <br>Memories inside the mirrors<br>Behold raptures and horrors<br>Submerged in a knowing smile<br>Unhappy yet unforeseen wry<br>Shall it festoon a muted cry? <br> <br>All too random, all to bane<br>All the thoughts recoiled in vain<br>For I dream with eyes open<br>Veins shut, neurons broken<br>Shall we linger in the gray hue too often?</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> <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=471080" data-title="A Dream in the Shade of Gray de Norman Santos" data-description="Time is bound in a spell tongue-tied Prance and wince like the ocean's tide And ebb back into the waterfront At the time you're eschewed most Shall we sleep in cold repose? Days that flutter like little hands Of such bliss in ignorance Unknowi..."></div> </div> </div>

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