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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ephemeral</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A red hibiscus that blooms<br>In the morning<br>Closes, wilts, in the afternoon, <br>You expect another one of its kind tomorrow, <br>A china rose, <br>Your night life, <br>At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated <br>Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping<br>Margarita, gazing <br>Slight stolen looks<br>At young handsome <br>Men rated per hour, <br>It is your policy of giving false names and wrong address, <br>They know<br>What you are doing, <br>They understand<br>Your needs & wants<br>For a fleeting night<br>A cure for an itch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Momentary piecemeal pleasures, <br>Allusions about a broken love of what used to be, <br>Illusions of what you could have been, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Momentary<br>Thoughts, momentary projections, when you make love with your catch, as you puff your smoke to <br>Confuse the ceiling with your gaze of momentary<br> Emptiness, <br>You are the first one <br>To leave, after paying the bills, <br>They always pretend asleep, <br>While naked, <br>As you leave his due on the side table, <br>You go home on shriveled hair, <br>Driving a red car, <br>Smokeless to the road, <br>Your celfon rings, <br>Your son in his father’s house calls<br>“Mommy, I want to go home”<br>“I am driving, ’ you call him, <br>A flash of momentary happiness, <br> A momentary sadness, <br> Flip-flopping to your mind, <br>What are these really, these that meet your gaze for something that should have been permanent, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That red hibiscus, that blooms only for a day, <br>Is ephemeral, <br>Like stolen nights, <br>Like the way your child calls you, because father is always away, <br>“I am in Cebu for a week”, said many times over and over again, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her stint for a night is ephemeral, <br>Electronic calls are ephemeral, <br>A happy home, her dream, was sort of, kinda like red hibiscus<br> Ephemeral too.</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>
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In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon, 
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow, 
A china rose, 
Your night life, 
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated 
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke..."></div>
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