<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471362" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>L'e Esprit De L'esclair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Basking into the shadows<br>That loomed like pillars<br>Raising the canopies high<br>Making room for innuendos<br>While the feet sank into the sand<br>With their gilded smiles glistening<br>You are an impenetrable mirror house<br>Where the clocks cannot croon<br>Neither halt nor pant, in askance<br>Rummaging to topple and unfurl<br>The naked terrain of conflagration<br>Spewing thin films of smokescreen<br>As walls to build an empiric wall<br>And cradle the ingredients of reveries<br>Such auspicious mendaciloquence, yet<br>Abatement buried its fangs deep<br>To inject the insidious venom to seethe<br>And devour the endeavor completely<br>Into the void belly of the vast galaxy<br>And as they leave without opening<br>Your adamantine gates nor closing<br>You sulk, plummeting into the fathoms<br>A subtle castle drowning hastily<br>Into the quicksand that you brew<br>Whilst tacit words pirouetted<br>Winnowing the emollient clouds<br>Like the danseuse sun and charring<br>The eloquently woven ties<br>No one pries, entangled in salient<br>Vies of lies and you die a trifle<br>Suffice enough to crash a city<br>Made of gambling cards</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The adversity is in the shabby cot<br>Stinging like bed mites, swooning<br>The undaunted times of disquiet<br>In your slumber— a demon without<br>Prongs or trident forks, a hue<br>In the visage of preempted rues<br>Clacking its fastidious heels with<br>The spilled vision of a sentinel<br>That you failed to build, hence<br>Failed to smother and keep, whilst<br>The artillery shrill gallantly<br>Of the home that wanders leisurely<br>A caravan you cannot keep up with<br>For your quavering malaises needs<br>A mooring point, a peg, gravity<br>That stays when all else linger<br>Far from the swelling lips <br>Of the omnipresent pit.</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=471362" data-title="L'e Esprit De L'esclair de Norman Santos" data-description="Basking into the shadows That loomed like pillars Raising the canopies high Making room for innuendos While the feet sank into the sand With their gilded smiles glistening You are an impenetrable mirror house Where the clocks cannot croon Neither ..."></div> </div> </div>

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