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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471704" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weak Beacons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sunset of November leaned against<br>The propinquity of a hostile defense<br>And a yearning for all the suspended tears<br>Channeling from a cloyed and battered heart<br>Its alloyed blood rushed with a vexation<br>That molted daggers of vengeance<br>Unyielding to the farce world of stones<br>But in the illustrious night, the bones quivered<br>And rattled like the austere pebbles<br>Carrying our impeding lamentations</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somewhere, the red sun's beam engulfed<br>A drab bud uncurling its ancient wishes<br>Left unheard as the pollens shook away<br>Like dusts waning from the sun's graze<br>Whilst a flower withered to decadence<br>As its corolla expanded into a circle<br>Touching each other and coming closer<br>To the juxtaposition of life and death</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A demise swayed like a pendulum<br>Refraining from the vulnerability<br>That was only stropped by the sibilance<br>Of this groveling paroxysm<br>The sun vying against its inertia<br>Gilded by a robust flame spat unto<br>The very leprous infection of the soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in these abundant transitions -<br>An asylum of metamorphosing cycle<br>I caught my own reflection in yours<br>Crying underneath the provoked wails<br>Scraping the veneer of a faithful heart<br>And wallowing a forward tongue<br>The hurtling of spear-like words<br>Gilded by the coruscations of what was<br>Stabbed like daggers on the back<br>Yet we feel the same, even hone the same wrath<br>Against all this oppressive games<br>And we are the same in different suits<br>Sleeping on different nights<br>Festooned by different vulturine cries<br>And penumbras of a lunar dime </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I caught my bleared reflection -<br>Incarcerated inside a person I never knew<br>Gorging in the stale banquets of rues<br>Wearing shoes like a felled star<br>Running towards a lost future<br>Eyes riveted in a cold cellar<br>Of the dark pathos of the past</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gloaming spread its arms<br>And embraced the dying whims<br>As far as November can be<br>We sighed what we thought our final sighs<br>Like brothers in a call to incongruent arms -<br>Like weak beacons once aloft now toppled<br>And said good night to our dissimilar demise<br>I said good night to our different indifference<br>And embraced my sundered dusk<br>Coiling for an honest good night.</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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The propinquity of a hostile defense
And a yearning for all the suspended tears
Channeling from a cloyed and battered heart
Its alloyed blood rushed with a vexation
That molted daggers of vengeance
Unyielding ..."></div>
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