<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471710" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Opened Is Closed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hiding behind the alley ensconced<br>In the open page of your palms<br>The sun never reached your core -<br>A cold song the harpist cannot play<br>Without scathing her lissome fingers<br>Your pernicious montage can reel<br>Unfathomable pensiveness stalled<br>With a detrimental distraught</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like the gyratory leaves of July<br>We plummet down into an ennui<br>Of counting the withered petals<br>And plucking the defensive thorns<br>Reading behind the taut lines<br>That strode in the rousing verses<br>But when the library closes<br>How do we festoon the metronome<br>Slowly sojourning to decadence? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sunset leaned on a pillar<br>And the moths confabulated with dusts<br>Shook from their giddy wings<br>Drowning the very poison of their being<br>Into their virulent eyes and even<br>Fatally caustic jellyfish wings<br>I asked for all the poison<br>Now I am but a living treason<br>With apathetic bones<br>In parsimony of truth and humility</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the light had flown<br>Away with the peripatetic time<br>Your sad song devoured<br>By the luminance of the sand: <br>Your pensive theater closed<br>With all the eloquent environs<br>And visions obdurate from doom; <br>And castles and lore revolves<br>In the innocent corner of the mind<br>What reason or unreason can oppose<br>The closing of the latched doors? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the mousetrap closes<br>A two-faced charade spoke of<br>The floodgates being opened; <br>In this hunger game<br>We will never win</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the opened is closed<br>And dabbed with a bulwark flood<br>To run a quagmire of cellars<br>We can only amble back to our ruts<br>Running away from what we chase.</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=471710" data-title="When The Opened Is Closed de Norman Santos" data-description="Hiding behind the alley ensconced In the open page of your palms The sun never reached your core - A cold song the harpist cannot play Without scathing her lissome fingers Your pernicious montage can reel Unfathomable pensiveness stalled With a de..."></div> </div> </div>

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