<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483672" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>113</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MIDNIGHT</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is the only one that moves now<br>Her soundless feet keen on the floor<br>Her silence seeps<br>In empty corners where all the sorrows sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She dances in the grace of afternoon petals falling off<br>Her cold breath hovers<br>In the roofs that vigil the death of the noisy crowd</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A loner<br>A curious clone of a black ghost<br>She visits abandoned rooms<br>And cracks stories concealed by the muted angers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She drops a secret like a feather<br>Floating and I though awake<br>Throughout her wakings and walk-ins<br>Could not recall having caught one<br>In such slowness<br>What she really says amidst the silence<br>Or meant in all these dark passages</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The mirror on the wall stares<br>And glares at me with anger<br>One must have just died<br>The killer fled<br>Hidden by her black capes<br>Another secret I supposed<br>And though I thought<br>I knew</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She had already flown away<br>Like a black bird into the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I want to make some rains for her<br>Or offer her a lace of my tears<br>But by then another morning has come</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Gently touching me<br>With flowers<br>And dove on my palms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=483672" data-title="113 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="MIDNIGHT She is the only one that moves now Her soundless feet keen on the floor Her silence seeps In empty corners where all the sorrows sleep She dances in the grace of afternoon petals falling off Her cold breath hovers In the roofs that vig..."></div> </div> </div>

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