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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ruse of the Pink Flamingo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes swan through the sunward sand<br>Falling with the summer rain and the mist<br>That shrouds the haled halcyon raiment <br>Like a gray nostalgia unfenced but tamed<br>By an inclement drizzle, and here I am<br>Breathing with the moiré banana leaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a stillness - a vertical line<br>Erected in the lugubrious susurrations<br>A silver thread fixed with the marionette<br>Wistfully frolicking in the aqueous mirror<br>And sending undulations without a sound</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The enthralling artistry was my muse<br>In this void ulcer of the land, a pink blotch<br>In the postmortem dirge of savagery <br>My eyes swan through her wayward dance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The weathervane utterance of the wind<br>Spoke of the silence's response<br>To the dipping of her svelte legs <br>Into the unwavering poise of the pond<br>And its ageless skin rippled with subtlety<br>That the sun casted a shower of yellow light<br>Borne into the dawn of shriveling moths<br>Upon the mirroring of your charming grace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tilting legs raised and lunged like a danseuse<br>With an undertone of vengeance but swathed<br>With the tired hoping for vindication<br>And with every mellifluous lift and sway<br>Was a hint of hope for another day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She careened her head into the dusk<br>And pivoted her salutary statuesque<br>Dancing for the reflection and the song<br>Of the trespassing swallows and storks<br>Titivating the chasing of the crimson dome<br>And becoming the ebullient light of the void<br> <br>But the song will sojourn with the season<br>Of your gossamer inflection of carnation<br>It withers like the petals on your waist<br>And the amusement of your own reflection<br>Until then, who do you dance for? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The machinations of the elegiac song<br>Strummed by the plethora of leaves<br>And ornamented by the astray petals<br>Played with the willowy dancing feet<br>And this ruse held her in the oscillating waist<br>And manipulated her pensive ballet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the fix is pilfered<br>Who will you dance for?</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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Falling with the summer rain and the mist
That shrouds the haled halcyon raiment 
Like a gray nostalgia unfenced but tamed
By an inclement drizzle, and here I am
Breathing with the moiré banana leaves

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