<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471112" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Apathy in Your Fingernails</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may beguile the caravansary<br>With a stern yet imposed guise<br>Like a feral panther in repose<br>But you can never outrun<br>The ghosts that revolves<br>Around the teeming sun<br>That freezes her corona.<br> <br>I had caught a foretaste of your eye, <br>It's impassiveness, on the mirror<br>That thaws and mars the listening<br>Into a muted gloomy song<br>Of nonchalance and ennui<br>In stark silence, it spoke too much, <br>Of your grandmother's wardrobe.<br> <br>The wind propelled and throttled<br>And I perched by your shoulder<br>Wintrier than any fountain<br>And I saw you gag upon swallowing<br>The odium you had for the panorama<br>As you efface the amorous persona<br>And be one with your dilemmas<br> <br>The bright sun could only remind me<br>Of your balmy scent that stifles<br>My tunnels and my chambers<br>For it reek to erect a gravestone<br>For a death you begrudgingly suffered<br>And how compulsory the satisfaction<br>Is there to achieve an ephemeral sedation<br> <br>I am a witness of catastrophic nights<br>Where you tossed, turned, obliterated, <br>As you loathe the skin you wore<br>And the scars that ran frolicking along it<br>In the velvet of the night's cape<br>I find your phosphorescent excruciation<br>As you tried to scrape out the blasé<br>Apathy in your fingernails.</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=471112" data-title="Apathy in Your Fingernails de Norman Santos" data-description="You may beguile the caravansary With a stern yet imposed guise Like a feral panther in repose But you can never outrun The ghosts that revolves Around the teeming sun That freezes her corona. I had caught a foretaste of your eye, It's impassive..."></div> </div> </div>

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