<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471587" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lion of the Dawn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun sliced through the ample sighs <br>Of the foggy dawn and grazed <br>The inert life in each <br>Quiescent leaves <br>Of the forest's canopy. <br>The world was a burning orb <br>In the misty horizon <br>Of its arid skin. <br>Every fraction started<br>Rousing into life, <br>From the blossoming buds <br>Of the wild bougainvilleas, <br>The elucidation of <br>The forest floor clad in moss, <br>The subtle tremble <br>In the boughs <br>Of the yawning tress, <br>The lifting waves <br>Of the hampered grass, <br>The fading of <br>The cricket's revelry <br>Paving way <br>For the cacophonous harmony <br>Of chirping birds; <br>And there was something sublime <br>Inside the chromospheres <br>Of the fulmination of life. <br>Something supple as <br>The battering of eyelashes <br>That is all the same surreal <br>That it can set forth <br>Colossal waves to another <br>Acknowledging eye. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unfortunately, <br>Only a lionhearted soul <br>Could grapple this in sentience <br>Without suffocating the feral splendor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the belly of the shuddering abstraction<br>Lies a pristine vista <br>Of an olive pond. <br>It was making billowing ripples <br>Instigated by a pink unwavering tongue. <br>Massive paws rested on the fringes <br>Of the sodden aqueous mirror, <br>Serpentine tail wags in svelte grace, <br>And tuft suspicious ears <br>Twitch invariably as <br>An immensely sized and aloof head <br>Of gilded ropy hair <br>Bows into the mirror. <br>The steely gold orbits <br>That drown in the dithering cesspool <br>Mused on the pockmarks and scars <br>That squandered the dazzles <br>Of the tawny skin <br>He used to muse upon. <br>But then again, <br>With every roll of the undulating water, <br>He had seen the forest bloom<br>In a looming dance of ethereal flames <br>In the unfathomable surface <br>Of the impenetrable membranes <br>Of the pond. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The forest emerged vigorously <br>In its sedentary breathing, <br>Cloying the qualms of a<br>Ferocious cat in the distorted <br>Reflection of the pond <br>Of delusions. <br>The lion's heart was made of glass, <br>Frangible and brittle; <br>His bones were hollow <br>And they constantly quaver. <br>The lion's heart roared and prowled <br>Ripping the evanescence <br>Of both anguish and bliss. <br>The lion was weak <br>And easy to topple <br>But he burned of golden cinders <br>That spoke of a fervent desire <br>To stand in the front line of surrealistic <br>Crusades of heart <br>Without any remedy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The forest has ears <br>And he can hear the vying <br>In every pounding of the forlorn chamber <br>Of the lion's heart. <br>The forest has eyes <br>And he can see the lion rising <br>Every time the sun would shatter <br>The mistral darkness of the eve <br>With zealous desire for life <br>In the verisimilitude of <br>The breaking dawn itself. <br>The forest had no tongue <br>But it had called the lion several times, <br>And the leaves pranced <br>For the wind to carry its message, <br>Brushing the laments of the lion. <br>The forest called him &quot;The Lion of the Dawn&quot;. <br>And the forest could only brood <br>In the whim of each gloaming, <br>That he could never speak of <br>What the lion was <br>And no one would ever find <br>The lion in his lanky, <br>Unattractive and farcical veneer.</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=471587" data-title="The Lion of the Dawn de Norman Santos" data-description="The sun sliced through the ample sighs Of the foggy dawn and grazed The inert life in each Quiescent leaves Of the forest's canopy. The world was a burning orb In the misty horizon Of its arid skin. Every fraction started Rousing into life..."></div> </div> </div>

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