<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471335" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inevitable</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the stars held hands<br>And slow danced in the blear<br>Of the lazy purple clouds and<br>The mistral mantle of fog<br>Ominous without her moon<br>Comes creeping with a beckon<br>The disquietude expands<br>Into the room of the future<br>And the clock's hands swooned<br>Into each other like dead bodies<br>Toppling like walls of dominoes<br>Malingering for the final clout<br>And the consummate abeyance<br>And inside, I cringe with the void<br>And hollow bones, for I know not<br>Of the Promethean key they spoke of<br>I cannot resume my saunter<br>In the semantic of romaticism<br>Surmising a hopeful trepidation<br>Is but another dry stick thrown<br>Into the pyre soused in kerosene<br>Waiting for my back to lay<br>Tired from the gallows, tired to pray<br>Yet, enduring or not, I do dream<br>Of days pacified by chaste bliss<br>I dream of love as I dream of marigolds<br>That never have I touched nor seen<br>Or wonder if they have claws and thorns<br>To safeguard its frangible corona<br>I dream as I wake up asleep<br>From sleeping awake, <br>Of love, loving and in return<br>And whilst the lunatics peer<br>Into the gelid window pane<br>Traversing the lattices<br>To find the supple flood<br>Of their ashen moon's hair</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=471335" data-title="Inevitable de Norman Santos" data-description="When the stars held hands And slow danced in the blear Of the lazy purple clouds and The mistral mantle of fog Ominous without her moon Comes creeping with a beckon The disquietude expands Into the room of the future And the clock's hands swooned ..."></div> </div> </div>

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