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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Plethora Of Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind wiped mellifluously<br>The pollen in her vivid face<br>And the memory remained<br>In a garden of collectives<br>Where everything bloomed<br>And sank all the same, hastily<br>Blue as a dream, red in the evening<br>Bowing with the petals and their skirts<br>Resembling the machinism of the gears<br>Pushing each other and manipulating<br>Time's lullabies and elegies<br>Her statuesque silhouette stood<br>Crooning a limn for the breeze<br>That spades the buried garden<br> <br>Trains will pass with faces<br>Pasted in the window pane<br>Chasing the carriage of their dreams<br>And running from the hearse darting<br>Against the winnowed sailing through<br>The vacuous grounds of oblivion, whilst <br>You scull inside my chest, rocking<br>Me to a perpetual sleep, and slowly <br>Becoming the motion that ferries me<br>To anywhere but here, in the ubiquity<br>Tangled in your sequins and niceties<br>From the garden, you are plucked<br>Tucked in the breast pockets<br>And your thorns riveted deeper<br>Than any paramour had ever gone<br> <br>Swoon over me and find yourself aloft<br>Throned in the lips of my pits<br>And the enigma of your vibrant hues, <br>Your emollient redolence, and the spell<br>Caroming in the crowns of your petals<br>Would wake my sedative bliss with pain<br>And perhaps eternal ardor in ethereal places <br> <br>For now, I shall wait and hum your song<br>Hiding in clandestine places and salient stones<br>Of graveyard sifting in mirth and luster<br>Amidst a plethora of flowers, plucked and not<br>Possessing and debauching passersby's hearts.</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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The pollen in her vivid face
And the memory remained
In a garden of collectives
Where everything bloomed
And sank all the same, hastily
Blue as a dream, red in the evening
Bowing with the petals and their skirts
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