<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That Midnight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is the only one that moves now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her soundless feet keen on the floor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her silence seeps</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In empty corners where all the sorrows sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dances in the grace of afternoon petals falling off</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her cold breath hovers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the roofs that vigil the death of the noisy crowd</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A loner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A curious clone of a black ghost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She visits abandoned rooms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And cracks stories concealed by the muted angers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She drops a secret like a feather</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Floating and I though awake</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Throughout her wakings and walk-ins</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could not recall having caught one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In such slowness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What she really says amidst the silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or meant in all these dark passage</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mirror on the wall stares</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And glares at me with anger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One must have just died</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The killer fled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hidden by her black capes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another secret I supposed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though I thought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had already flown away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a black bird into the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to make some rain for her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or offer her a lace of my tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But by then another morning has come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gently touching me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With flowers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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=493653" data-title="That Midnight de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="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 vigil the..."></div> </div> </div>

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