<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471296" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her and Him</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She fell in love at the first sight<br>of his prismic points and insights<br>depicting a plethora of fireworks<br>consecutively sparkling in the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst he trampled in a delicate stupor<br>to muse upon her eloquent words<br>woven like a tapestry to mantle<br>the unfathomable slumbering firmament</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stocks of unedited ends and tales<br>smokes out of his hidden system.<br>Soft punctuation in creative rhymes, <br>fills me with bliss in every line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her unabashed tongue gyrated<br>to recount the tragedy of felled stars<br>And the rapier of her caustic words<br>slurred with a vicarious quiescence on mine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unexhausted discoveries buried deep, <br>waiting to be excavated - let it be me.<br>Golden treasures waiting to be found, <br>slithering yellow beams for underground</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A buoy tethered her unmoored soul<br>drifting in the abysmal enigma of the lost<br>and derided salutes, gust after gust, I pried<br>Surreptitiously to the farcical crooning submerged</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His enigmatic stories yet to be untold, <br>full of promising ideas and thoughts.<br>Imagination and creativity at its best, <br>hopefully, I'll acquire the talent he posses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her lips need not to part, ink to blot<br>to saddle the sagacity cradled in her eyes<br>And what does the sibilance of her sighs<br>Exhumed from her pantheons, I wonder? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is - truly - a master of his art, <br>wording emotions fumbling in his heart.<br>I'll touch his hands and sing his riddles, <br>through his words, I'll be singing with the angels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a flower tossed unto the remorseful grave -<br>A blossoming glow of hope; an etude uncurled<br>like the heaven's flourishing parasol<br>She, and her salient artistry, extended the writhing lace.</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=471296" data-title="Her and Him de Norman Santos" data-description="She fell in love at the first sight of his prismic points and insights depicting a plethora of fireworks consecutively sparkling in the sky. Whilst he trampled in a delicate stupor to muse upon her eloquent words woven like a tapestry to mantle t..."></div> </div> </div>

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