<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kites</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The distraught weather passed<br>above the ponderous hands<br>of icicles and charcoals<br>and amongst these phantasms<br>I watched a phalanx of<br>unfettered kites adrift<br>the lackadaisical paunch clouds<br>and the willowing of their<br>cavernous vaults</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The diamond shadows -<br>perfectly symmetrical<br>and atrociously sharp -<br>casted ominous patterns<br>on my lifeless body<br>staring at their distant flight<br>and writhing amongst<br>the felled autumn leaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dry as an unaddressed telegram, <br>I linger here futilely until<br>every words etched on the <br>ornate hollowness of my tableau<br>would just be meaningless words<br>and eloquent alphabets<br>cursively stroked without<br>empathy and desire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is my stalemate fate: <br>watching the weather take<br>pivots and forever molt, <br>and I implore for nothing more<br>but more of your generous pain<br>until I drown and learn<br>to breath underwater -<br>until I can be like dead soldiers<br>marching across the wrathful fusillade: <br>apathy is an armada and<br>amnesia is a vanguard</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But the kites grew faces<br>and dancing lips and <br>I have become the gnarled loops<br>on the flat lines of their strings.</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=471356" data-title="Kites de Norman Santos" data-description="The distraught weather passed above the ponderous hands of icicles and charcoals and amongst these phantasms I watched a phalanx of unfettered kites adrift the lackadaisical paunch clouds and the willowing of their cavernous vaults The diamond sh..."></div> </div> </div>

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