<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tonight, The Silence Rise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In these dire times<br>Silence is a perilous harbinger<br>Of many wretched auguries<br>Like a hellhound's bark<br>Gagged by a turbulent whim<br>Rummaging through the sedation<br>Palled by the generous night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the absence of distractions: <br>Lips sapping deaths on sticks, <br>Eyes fluttering with the pendulum, <br>Electric tongues forking clouds, <br>Rose-wine flame roaring inside, <br>And the lionized brethren of souls<br>Lamenting on the moon's harlequinade<br>I perish and writhe unbeknownst</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the diadem of revolving doors<br>That you opened like a wound<br>And left with a wrathful storm<br>In this silence, where sleep <br>Laid buried among the quartz<br>And peace revealed itself a mask<br>Guzzling the yellow teeth gritting<br>In morbid pain and despondence<br>Darker than your own flipping wings<br>I am beckoned back to the rooms<br>Where your last cigarette stick incinerates<br>Without your fervent dragging<br>And your last promises of infinitude<br>Tarnished in its relented demise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the loneliness in these rooms<br>Of fragmented verve, dissected deaths<br>Is ineffable in the brine of tears<br>Chaffing through the defeated eyes</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=471646" data-title="Tonight, The Silence Rise de Norman Santos" data-description="In these dire times Silence is a perilous harbinger Of many wretched auguries Like a hellhound's bark Gagged by a turbulent whim Rummaging through the sedation Palled by the generous night And the absence of distractions: Lips sapping deaths on ..."></div> </div> </div>

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