<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471387" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Metaphors</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hills poised with intimate enigma -<br>A looming sphinx counting riddles<br>that remains unwritten, unspoken <br>and it can only ardently neglect<br>the ululations of the mountain bison<br>or the petulant howling wind-cuts<br>proposed by vagrant eagles<br>festering your sun's golden horns<br>because yonder the taut distance<br>your cerulean sea slumbers soundly<br>placid with her sober serenades -<br>A desolation more saccharine as<br>a lost nymph's silent enthralls<br>and the florid falsettos from your<br>sharp beliefs and frail constitutions<br>and the yearning sighs of your lips<br>can only touch her soft breaths<br>riding her foamy waves, while you<br>measure her immensity and<br>undo the multitude of niceties <br>revolving with the dusts of time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus, matters not your prolix eyes<br>upon the fastidious reckons<br>and futile will be the endeavor<br>when the saline wind picks up<br>and spread the ether flames<br>on the cradles of your forlorn forest, <br>You are but a sanguine tale<br>riveted in amicably fictive lines<br>zithering a red string in my mind<br>to make believe your obsequious unreality<br>that I have always pried behind<br>your bulwark barricades of pride<br>hoping to seize the lost melody<br>the sea once sang to me -<br>the marigold's tinkering when she<br>bows before the wind's whispers -<br>and even your avalanche of<br>mellifluous promises and white lies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mouth full of rain and fire, <br>my eyes replaced by a quagmire<br>fastening every metaphors<br>together in ethereal times <br>because this is where we are<br>or where we were, at least.</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=471387" data-title="Metaphors de Norman Santos" data-description="Your hills poised with intimate enigma - A looming sphinx counting riddles that remains unwritten, unspoken and it can only ardently neglect the ululations of the mountain bison or the petulant howling wind-cuts proposed by vagrant eagles festeri..."></div> </div> </div>

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