<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yalda</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wolves cried for the moon's return<br>Along with the aubade of the beaus<br>Beating themselves for their truant muse<br>But I am not amongst these paramours<br>And their torrent brawls with oppression<br>Because in this prolonged dark vesper<br>You will never be my shattered moon<br>For you are its very absence - <br>You are the darkness that enwalls me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this tryst - a pilfered time<br>In consummate darkness where everything - <br>The somnolent sands of time, <br>The weeping banshee of the yesterday, <br>The weaving arachnid of the tomorrow, <br>The city's vindictive rules and calculations, <br>The prison of the soul, the rhythm of hearts; <br>Lost their keen eyes in senility<br>And in this parallel plane<br>That scarcely comes like the wind<br>I need not to touch you <br>For it is enough to know that you<br>Remained askance in our individual meanders<br>And that you remained a part of me<br>Hiding in my gigantic shadows - <br>An immense night unraveled<br>By the moon's peripatetic escapade </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While these nights are blind we intertwine<br>In a sea of unreality and fantasy<br>You are my labyrinth of darkness<br>That I pleasure to get lost with<br>With empty hands and a slivered sky<br>The moon away and somewhere else<br>I rekindled with you, my darkness; <br>My nights of stolen moon; my yalda.</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=471726" data-title="Yalda de Norman Santos" data-description="Wolves cried for the moon's return Along with the aubade of the beaus Beating themselves for their truant muse But I am not amongst these paramours And their torrent brawls with oppression Because in this prolonged dark vesper You will never be my..."></div> </div> </div>

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