<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Those Times</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In these times<br>Where the sun recoiled<br>Into splintered allegories<br>I bask in the gouts of thoughts<br>In these gaunt path<br>Where sentiments<br>Slither like scales<br>In the very dermis<br>Of callowness<br>Behind the rainbow haze<br>The hurting is gravid<br>And the beauty is<br>A mystified lore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And In these times<br>Where the storms decline<br>The chance to disarray<br>The perfectly asinine <br>Threads of the loom<br>How intricate <br>The simplicity<br>Our taut ties<br>Woven in our tapestry<br>I saw what others can't<br>With purple eyes<br>And brambly diadems<br>I count and recount</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in these times<br>I count your heads<br>Like distant stars<br>Not a sweep of galaxy<br>Not milky, not plenty<br>But scattered points<br>That shudders and chills<br>As romantic as<br>The rapier<br>I recount how<br>The nebulas burst<br>But for now I count<br>The days that<br>Had caused it<br>To wan mordantly<br>From our skies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We used to be<br>The gears of the clock, <br>The svelte shadow<br>Of the sun dial; <br>But now we are<br>But faces in the sand<br>And stains of smile<br>In an unaddressed<br>Postcard<br>Reckoning<br>These times.</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=471622" data-title="Those Times de Norman Santos" data-description="In these times Where the sun recoiled Into splintered allegories I bask in the gouts of thoughts In these gaunt path Where sentiments Slither like scales In the very dermis Of callowness Behind the rainbow haze The hurting is gravid And the beauty..."></div> </div> </div>

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