<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471503" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sleeper Cell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black blood, dark kiss<br>Winter resides in your lips<br>Amidst the forlorn woods<br>The frost benumbs the wounds<br>Impaling the Myrtle trunks looming<br>Sealed deeply, surreptitiously the afflicting<br> <br>Sheathed malady, silenced peal<br>In treason lies your thrill<br>Infesting the glacial brooks<br>Annihilating my favorite books<br>Scars in the seams too narrow <br>Smothering lungs in gallows <br> <br>Folded eyes, crystal sleep <br>Hoisted in a muffled weep<br>Buoyed in a vapid shore<br>Hibernating all three-sixty-four <br>A parade lingers on the sixty-fifth<br>Wake the bosom in the summer whiff <br> <br>Crowning sun, summer breeze<br>Waking for all you missed<br>Riveted by the forest's roots<br>This cell is your only route<br>Cradled by such deceit<br>Feigned a feeling too succinct<br> <br>The amity, the felony<br>Muzzles blazing with tears of agony<br>Beneath the bed you sleep<br>A flightless Eagle you dearly keep<br>To kill the sleeper who lies beside<br>To free the watcher's shackled pride<br> <br>Scorching sun, crying skies<br>Rain on your parading lies<br>Red velvet draped the bed<br>From where the winter raise its head<br>Beseeching glory in bereft<br>The sleeper cell rouses and left.</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=471503" data-title="Sleeper Cell de Norman Santos" data-description="Black blood, dark kiss Winter resides in your lips Amidst the forlorn woods The frost benumbs the wounds Impaling the Myrtle trunks looming Sealed deeply, surreptitiously the afflicting Sheathed malady, silenced peal In treason lies your thrill ..."></div> </div> </div>

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