<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Kingmakers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand and almost a hundred days in a quicksand<br>Wavering in constant dithers of your mirage<br>We subconsciously pulled different directions<br>As you bask into your floridly tousled lives<br>I lurked behind the curtains of our allegiance<br>Drinking your blood crumbling from the banquet<br>Of a not so subtly profound carousal: <br>A vortex of your meshed grandiosity<br>Like a stalactite building fragments of delusions<br>And gorging upon the sparks of your constellations <br>I lay there silently vying and scavenging<br>The sliver of your diamond's affable grating.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From where I cringed saliently breathing<br>The throne loomed like a statue to envision<br>How lofty you are against the searing skies<br>That parted our trifling motions and corrosion<br>Hence, the swaying of your golden dusts<br>Revealed the clouds draping the swarthy crust<br>And in the veneer of this decaying river<br>I found myself a king amidst your kingdoms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To my king-makers, let us pummel with the drizzle<br>And transpire with the smoke of the toppling<br>Cinders in our charred lips- from different derisions<br>And collapse with the walls of our celestial<br>Ideals and visions; let's rebuild a kingdom.</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=471637" data-title="To The Kingmakers de Norman Santos" data-description="A thousand and almost a hundred days in a quicksand Wavering in constant dithers of your mirage We subconsciously pulled different directions As you bask into your floridly tousled lives I lurked behind the curtains of our allegiance Drinking your..."></div> </div> </div>

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