<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dance Of Lost Phantoms</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A brimful of hath had gone astray<br>With the torpor of the rainy days<br>As the patina of tobacco-scent sliced<br>A wanton interpolation beneath my nose<br>Where the balmy cloys created a fog<br>Hollering your frangible visage<br>Beneath the mistral canopy and the sapid<br>Temptations of the dilettante eve<br>I beseech for a putrefied glory<br>That used to ripple beneath my feet<br>Where had gone the buoyancy<br>And the ethereal perpetuity<br>Extending eloquently<br>With every heaving breathe? <br>Where gone the pillars<br>Ensconced within the cellars<br>Of my swinging heart? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To what do these lungs demand? <br>These fingers sense a certain grave<br>With every shiver of your grotesque gaze<br>Paints patent traces of life and its vibes<br>The lipstick upon this weary cigarette<br>Sketches back to the soulless faces<br>And broken stories of song<br>Vibrant and floral salvation, <br>Has woe taken you away? <br>Into the depths of hue and despair<br>You aren't incapable of a dark murder<br>Sighing with bars clung to your chest<br>Can you see the sun pirouette in your name? <br>The blur gets denser, I see no blinking eyes<br>Flashes of white and cold, burning blue<br>Cut through the prisons of your requiem<br>Die with me tonight, to live another death<br>Die with me tomorrow, to live another end</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=471203" data-title="Dance Of Lost Phantoms de Norman Santos" data-description="A brimful of hath had gone astray With the torpor of the rainy days As the patina of tobacco-scent sliced A wanton interpolation beneath my nose Where the balmy cloys created a fog Hollering your frangible visage Beneath the mistral canopy and the..."></div> </div> </div>

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