<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Paper Plane For The Jealous Lover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I can ride the cardboard box again<br>Like a spurious old red Volkswagen<br>Reckoning when I was child escaping the interstate<br>Of the buoyed city in my bed that undulates<br>I would bloat my bag with your photographs<br>And jarred lucid intervals in case of an arbitrary lapse<br>And I will probe to find a hill beneath a cliff<br>Sequestered from the alluring and flagging whiff<br>Of a blossoming summer, from there I'll built a hovel<br>Tilling my vault, truncating my veins, come and drag a shovel! <br>I'll build the porticos with your lacquer portraits<br>And in the night it will be a lighthouse to coruscate<br>Vivid flashbacks from the marred malaise<br>And toil to build an incendiary garden of fireflies<br>Because they remind me of the lackluster star lights<br>That had concatenated and knotted our eyes<br>And our souls; my own, still asphyxiating in your ties<br>And when the lustrous pangs of compulsion strikes<br>Like a thief in the silent night, oh, salient jealousy hikes<br>My barricades, then I shall build myself a paper plane<br>And leave for the gridlock land and let the fire to wane<br>From the graze of the grass; plush and white<br>And the mantling skies filled with unfettered kites<br>Serendipity, collapse on me<br>Serendipity, incarcerate me.</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=471436" data-title="Paper Plane For The Jealous Lover de Norman Santos" data-description="If I can ride the cardboard box again Like a spurious old red Volkswagen Reckoning when I was child escaping the interstate Of the buoyed city in my bed that undulates I would bloat my bag with your photographs And jarred lucid intervals in case o..."></div> </div> </div>

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