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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471330" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In My Reflection, You Are Not A Stranger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw your face<br>caught in my reflection<br>bending backwards and<br>contorting past the<br>gaping hands of the sun<br>because another month<br>was caught suspended<br>in the silver latticing<br>of our eternal ties</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw your hands<br>pull the bell rope<br>and rang the alarm<br>that disturbs the shadows<br>of the unforgiving unloved<br>that dislimns the pageantry<br>of our terse lacings<br>still gnarled on the blue veins<br>of my fingers and wrists<br>snapping without a sound</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw your cordial smile<br>in mine, because to hope<br>is to defy defeat <br>I washed away the grime<br>and pierced the veil<br>of the acquiescent night<br>mantling my sunken eyes<br>so I can bemuse myself<br>with your porcelains<br>and clatters of your chortles<br>slithering past my simpers<br>and grinning crooked teeth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw you in my statuesque<br>and monastic imposition<br>the bones shivering <br>cold, bitter and alone<br>in this September chill<br>because I want to see you<br>desperately, because <br>to be desperate is to love <br>the consequences of love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like a feather plummeting<br>into the moon's parsimonious gravity<br>blissfully struck by the milky<br>phosphor of Luna's kiss<br>I flummoxed down into<br>the asylum of misery -<br>a black hole sucking everything<br>in the chamber of memories</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in this illusion: <br>you, me; trapped <br>in a single reflection<br>I succumb, like how a hand<br>slips inside a glove and<br>battle out the shivering</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This pictures of hope, <br>this travesty of coaxing faith<br>leans on me like a sun<br>seething on my nape<br>inveigling the obsidian to repent<br>and soldering your names<br>across the lines of my palms<br>Because in my reflections<br>we are not strangers<br>and flustered timetables<br>flew above serendipity<br>of what used to be us<br>on my sanguine reveries.</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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caught in my reflection
bending backwards and
contorting past the
gaping hands of the sun
because another month
was caught suspended
in the silver latticing
of our eternal ties

I saw your hands
pull the bell rope
and rang the alar..."></div>
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