<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471208" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Daze Of The Moiré Waves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wave after wave, gust after gust<br>The phantoms that lurks and haunts<br>In this sea of treacherous hands<br>Waving for a slow dance, for riddance<br>Had their clandestine machinations <br>That endlessly rubbed sand into sand<br>Until they are finer than their whistling<br>And whiter than their demented dreams, <br>And surged tides after hungry tides<br>Devouring the clambering suppurations <br>That rivaled the pitch fathoms to rise<br>Only to dissipate in the endless toppling<br>And become tiny bubbles of forgetting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The phosphorescent shore and its descant<br>That fringes the lonely sea and her haze<br>Calls gust after gust, wave after wave<br>And with this drought I held in my heart<br>Abandoned by the arsenal of flames<br>The daze of the perfidious sea calls upon<br>My misbegotten misery, and in her ruse<br>That will devour my restricted bawl, <br>My anguished wails, and my groveling hopes<br>I stared endlessly resisting submission</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in this breadth of irrational obduracy <br>I have already drowned and the chance<br>Remained lurking upon the stark shore<br>Without leaving footprints to show<br>That the daze of the moiré waves<br>Had succumbed my stipulations.</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=471208" data-title="Daze Of The Moiré Waves de Norman Santos" data-description="Wave after wave, gust after gust The phantoms that lurks and haunts In this sea of treacherous hands Waving for a slow dance, for riddance Had their clandestine machinations That endlessly rubbed sand into sand Until they are finer than their whi..."></div> </div> </div>

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