<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471469" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Revolving Doors</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was not a single stain in the horizon<br>When the svelte shadow of the dusk climbed, <br>Bulged, wrinkled and fulminated in a cloud<br>Shedding the unwanted downpour and<br>Feigning an ostensible slumber</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in this sedated quiescence, eyes opened<br>Eyes opened - to the cry of a thirsty child, <br>To the drifting lucid voices wafting with bodies, <br>To the chasing taillights and streetlamps, <br>To the maladroitly dangling pendulums, <br>To the unanchored claws of crows and doves, <br>To the final page written with ink blots; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes opened to the myriad reasons<br>Why doors opened and closed - <br>For the undoing and departing<br>For consigning and contriving<br>To the earthly gods and beacons<br>That girdled us with hopeful unrealities </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes opened to accommodate the coming<br>Batted an eyelash to find them departing, <br>Curled softly then bloomed like a moonflower<br>Riveted in the unclosed door with chaste hopes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes opened to these trivial veracities: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In these calloused world where the hinges<br>Are the only ones that stays in its place<br>We will meet again, caught in revolving doors<br>And eyes will open to second chances<br>And close to sleep with disappointments and regrets.</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=471469" data-title="Revolving Doors de Norman Santos" data-description="There was not a single stain in the horizon When the svelte shadow of the dusk climbed, Bulged, wrinkled and fulminated in a cloud Shedding the unwanted downpour and Feigning an ostensible slumber And in this sedated quiescence, eyes opened Eyes..."></div> </div> </div>

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