<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471212" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Debut</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eighteen roses<br>with manifold thorns<br>floridly swaying with<br>the flummox of motes<br>and then there was<br>a single carnation<br>unabashedly uncurling<br>and prying behind<br>the reticent curtains<br>of my endless nights</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eighteen candles<br>with mouthful of garish lights<br>devouring moths<br>with ludicrous invitations<br>and then there was<br>a lone chandelier<br>flickering many orbs<br>to a consummate glow<br>to deluge the dark and unfurl<br>these clandestine volitions</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eighteen treasures - <br>flamboyance gilded by<br>dilettante architectures<br>profligate the leisure<br>and pillage the quintessence<br>and then there was<br>a lissome string<br>unfettered from the poisons<br>of mediocre demarcations<br>unlatch the vault and reveal<br>your struggles, your lights, your shadows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eighteen years<br>of an eternal waltz caroming<br>the clean lines of living<br>bemuse the fastidious poetry<br>and outgrow your limitations<br>and then there was<br>a single descrying of time<br>when your roses shall blossom, <br>your candles shall hone visions, <br>your treasures shall encompass grandiosity; <br>now, titillate your shy unreality.</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=471212" data-title="Debut de Norman Santos" data-description="Eighteen roses with manifold thorns floridly swaying with the flummox of motes and then there was a single carnation unabashedly uncurling and prying behind the reticent curtains of my endless nights Eighteen candles with mouthful of garish light..."></div> </div> </div>

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