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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Underneath The Rain, Reading Unwritten Poetries</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the dead of the rainy vesper<br>My veins shut and died<br>And the red rivers tranquilized<br>In a consummate incendiary<br>But my eyes continued to wander<br>Meeting the heaven's tear drops<br>And perpetuating in a cesspool<br>Where every ripple is a reckoning<br>Of what we have become<br>Drowning and gasping for air<br>But never really asphyxiating hope</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a seed of premature death<br>An embryo yet to be born<br>Caught in the paroxysm of decay<br>But I was nurture to be a bud<br>My roots sprawled into the night<br>And my eaves of boughs and leaves<br>Sough to conquer you in my shade<br>From stymied, you blossomed me<br>And it is but rightful that tonight<br>The boughs and leaves topple<br>And crunch for your downpour, <br>And no one but you shall heave<br>My life clinging unto this sand<br>Because life and death<br>Is but a constant charade</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The propinquity of bliss and pain<br>Is a precarious juxtaposition<br>And a transatlantic irony<br>And in this rendezvous <br>Of your inconsistency and insensitivity, <br>Of your outcries and stipulations, <br>And of your fugitive memories; <br>You are still the best of me<br>And you will be the righteous<br>Death of me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I read our poetries that are<br>Still to be written past this squall <br>I understand that the gallows will not satiate<br>As long as I have rues and loathe<br>Thwarting my life and death<br>So I resign to peace, to sleep, <br>But please do not contend too hard<br>And ruin the end of it<br>Let us wind back to who we were—<br>Estranged friends in the darkness<br>Perforated by our own guns</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the curtain of rain<br>Resumes its down fall<br>Soundlessly on a blasé sand<br>I perilously desire for your warmth<br>Like how the suffering desire<br>For his absolute demise, <br>The ripples grew eyes and<br>And they are water no more.</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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My veins shut and died
And the red rivers tranquilized
In a consummate incendiary
But my eyes continued to wander
Meeting the heaven's tear drops
And perpetuating in a cesspool
Where every ripple is a reckoning
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