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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Whom The Bell Tolls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard a bell bellow<br>but I didn't find its tower<br>The echolalia coiled eternally<br>in distraught from insularity<br>and the mist listened</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For whom the bell tolls<br>when the sun had set for tomorrow<br>before it can rise today? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because your lissome hands<br>grew brass, writhed cold<br>Your sapphire stares<br>rived amongst stones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your search lights marauded<br>and probed my wasteland <br>looking for holes behind<br>the threadbare tapestry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your sapient picaresque<br>finally found its tragedy<br>and your sunshine-soused hands<br>is soldered to the brittle bones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look at you, haplessly caught<br>in your own tangled web<br>whilst I lambently watch you<br>like a wistful stone-fleshed gargoyle<br>as you weave familiar ripples<br>born by the deluging struggles<br>that I managed to survive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look at how your quasars<br>excoriate wounds and scars<br>and how the effluence of their screams<br>fecundates your chandeliers<br>ready to burst and become<br>the cul-de-sac of your galaxy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look at how you morph<br>into the molts of my old shadows<br>and my empathy is with <br>your obdurate struggling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can you still remember where<br> the suppuration of the empty bells sleep<br>and dream of abundant morrows? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sun crawled up lazily<br>I heard a tinkered bell<br>interpolating with abrasive tongues<br>willowing the old serpentine road</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a scathed hand, <br>its veins are blue and yellow, <br>pulling the bell's rope<br>like foisting punches into the air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a wuthering moth<br>lambently stride to the flame<br>and heard a bell bellow<br>for its subtle elegy.</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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but I didn't find its tower
The echolalia coiled eternally
in distraught from insularity
and the mist listened

For whom the bell tolls
when the sun had set for tomorrow
before it can rise today? 

Because your lissome hands
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