<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471698" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Water Under The Bridge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun repents and we vied<br>to make the loose ends meet<br>but our knots would not tie<br>like how our burned bridges did</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I craned to peek underneath<br>this coaxing pensiveness<br>the water under the bridge<br>revealed the mirrors in my eyes: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Discontent is a serpent<br>with venomous heads on both ends<br>and many a gnarl on the abdomen<br>but this titivation cannot be corrected</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Satisfaction is the quelling<br>of ardor flames that burned the stars<br>and scintillated their insinuation <br>and should I lie to submission? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clockwork gears won't <br>carry the burden alone and time<br>will pillage all these afterthoughts<br>until the terse anticipation is decapitated</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is injury and the old bones<br>are slow to heal and the constitutions<br>are made to believe and paid to lie<br>that the cessation of war cannot repair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But recuperation shall come<br>and leave deep and haunting scars<br>and regret will teach us, mend us<br>into our separate devices</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because we cannot make corrections<br>into our trampled paths, <br>but the future has its light on<br>to wash the shadows of the past</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To bleed in different places<br>and smile for varied phases<br>is better than to drown inside<br>the isles of our own wrathful revenge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I will keep on looking back<br>the water under this lonely bridge<br>waiting for the familiar resurgence<br>that buoyed familiar things.</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=471698" data-title="Water Under The Bridge de Norman Santos" data-description="The sun repents and we vied to make the loose ends meet but our knots would not tie like how our burned bridges did As I craned to peek underneath this coaxing pensiveness the water under the bridge revealed the mirrors in my eyes: Discontent i..."></div> </div> </div>

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