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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471235" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Enigma of Her Discerning Whiffs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your trifle attention astride the immensity<br>of your attraction ballasts a sharp saber that luster <br>to shear the cords of the most painful affliction<br>asleep in the penultimate scabbard of the heart<br>or, to a wound, plant a seed of the most atrocious<br>beauty - a pleasurable devastation, like a wind<br>astray in the subtle life of a breathless swansong</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your bountiful remedies - terse and florid riddles<br>like the scintillating interpolations of autumn leaves<br>inviting a lone wolf to a company of thieves, <br>whetting the spark behind stygian clouds<br>And there is no asking how you do it<br>as natural as the flock of clouds chasing<br>time to the mouth of truancy, deluding<br>the silver eyes with a quasar's oscillating tiara -<br>In a mystified simplicity, you spit the flames<br>draped in prismatic veils that the irons<br>desired to bathe in and allow furtive hands <br>to mold a gauntlet to fill in the crevasses<br>with platinum-security for these empty hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gamine who holds no banister and fears no thorns<br>Amidst the bestiary, the bison's horn grew icicle antlers, <br>the herons solder their fluvial wings, gazelles lost<br>their dove-feet's pathways, for in your strident poise<br>even the sunsets leaned with their tired odysseys, <br>the moon blinkers from waxing from its naive conundrums</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In your fastidious stares I am caught upon <br>an ornate net amused for the perfect mousetrap<br>and in you querulous gregariousness I hunger<br>to transpire a knot from the many threads<br>you unravel with your dexterous hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shotgun after shotgun clout, I remain unscathed<br>standing erect in your garrison, waiting to be exhumed <br>from the myriad soporific incertitude buried underneath <br>the pounding susurrations in your bosom - like a sleeping<br>flame at the floors of a stagnant river, faintly quelled<br>by all these abandoned nights of tarnished soliloquy<br>and recurring deaths of the sincerest vulnerability -<br>a silhouetteless banshee weeping for the curt tones<br>of her quaint bawls ricocheting through<br>the almond scent of her treeless forest.</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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of your attraction ballasts a sharp saber that luster 
to shear the cords of the most painful affliction
asleep in the penultimate scabbard of the heart
or, to a wound, plant a seed of the most atrocious..."></div>
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