<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Beau's Hunting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun seared the fine fringes<br>Of their shadows, a smoke transpired<br>They were burning an inferno<br>To thaw the thinning ice below<br>The swaying of their wobbly soles<br>The frost bit and sense was bereaved<br>Behind the intoxicated blear<br>They fell, but to where? <br>In the carnage of ephemeral Sundays? <br>Or in the concealed demons to lambaste? <br>Should I alert the armory? <br>Or should I pry harder? <br>Into the nights of the hunters<br>And learn the hunger game they play<br>And eloquently morph into an answer<br>For holes and questions<br>In the chest of veracity.</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=471553" data-title="The Beau's Hunting de Norman Santos" data-description="The sun seared the fine fringes Of their shadows, a smoke transpired They were burning an inferno To thaw the thinning ice below The swaying of their wobbly soles The frost bit and sense was bereaved Behind the intoxicated blear They fell, but to ..."></div> </div> </div>

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