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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471433" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Owed To another Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you'll find yourself in the midst of fierce winds and glacial lances<br>In the scrutinizing cornea of the storm where darkness dances and prances<br>You would hear a rummaging voice, a wail yearning to fulminate<br>In your clasped ears devoured by fear, sore enough to deteriorate<br>Whispering a code, the key to a labyrinthine yonder the wicked storm<br>Asserting an intrusion of blind devotion reaped from another maelstrom<br>And along the shriek shrilling melody there would be a spark of light<br>Ephemeral forking flash, to hark back your eyes its aptitude to take flight<br>From a single-angled view to the phantoms and chances reveling in the milieu<br>If hope is blinding, then so is loathing; vindication basks within you.<br> <br>If you'll find yourself excoriating the layers of the scorching aurora of the sun<br>Shunning the streaks of light, undraping to probe another fear to out run<br>You would burn beneath the bludgeoning rivers, drown in ethereal fire<br>When you find endless anguish and torment beneath a flaming quagmire<br>And your sightless eyes would depart from life just to recognize<br>What has been there all along; a singsong carom accompanying the lies<br>We dream with oblivious eyes, find darkness in the garish light<br>We owe this to our frail constitutions; all too scarce and blight<br>From the estoque of blades where we gladly surrender and die<br>If faith is a diversion, then so is conceding; you know where salvation lies.</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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