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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Claret Pagoda in the Cerulean River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A slow waltz<br>In the crimson line<br>Of the dusk's horizon<br>Drifts me back<br>Into the cerulean river<br>Where I used to glide<br>In canoes with lovely people<br>Incarcerating myself; <br>My thoughts, my squalors, <br>My despairs, my bliss, <br>That no soul would understand<br>In a profound reclusion<br>That not a single soul<br>Ever understood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a slow waltz<br>Between my hands<br>And the grating oars, <br>And between the paddles<br>And the sporadic tides, <br>I have feigned a smile<br>With the jocund compulsion<br>As we draw nearer to the sun<br>But my soul is left ashore<br>Feigning a lacquer smile<br>That no soul <br>Ever understood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a slow waltz<br>From five forlorn years<br>I bid riddance, <br>For long forlorn! <br>And we brushed our heels<br>On the cold river's<br>Reaching hands<br>And ferry ourselves<br>In a claret pagoda<br>Of grotesque titivations<br>Of jumbled jewelries<br>From writings to revelries<br>Piercing through <br>The thicket of ignorance<br>That deemed us back<br>Into estranged acquaintances<br>And we go back into<br>Moving towards the dusk<br>Only this time, <br>I am alone<br>As I spew this robust<br>Dreams and idyllic spells<br>That should buoy our pagoda</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My lost friends, <br>If I still have you<br>In spite of losing you<br>In the flourishing beckons<br>Of the tides; <br>In merriment<br>And in defeat, <br>I'm building a claret pagoda<br>In the semblance of the sun's<br>Skin and viscera<br>Because that's what we are<br>In this hostile river; <br>A contrast in the toppling<br>Threshold of the firmament, <br>Take my invitation<br>And let the current bludgeon<br>You back into the latent<br>Times of our concatenations.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a slow waltz<br>Between my emollient soul<br>And the serrated spines<br>Slathering the pen, <br>I envisioned a pagoda<br>Pristine in claret<br>Defying the cerulean water, <br>By myself<br>In a slow waltz<br>With solitariness<br>That no soul would ever<br>Understand.</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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In the crimson line
Of the dusk's horizon
Drifts me back
Into the cerulean river
Where I used to glide
In canoes with lovely people
Incarcerating myself; 
My thoughts, my squalors, 
My despairs, my bliss, 
That no soul would understan..."></div>
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