<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Passing Away Of Orange Shades</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you gather symbols<br>the metaphors confuse you but just the same<br>you take a stone, a rose, a knife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">chunks of clouds for a dinner<br>of loneliness<br>the night appears like a steel pipe<br>singing the songs of the winds<br>on empty holes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the rust are many and the powder of <br>regrets stumble upon the circular edge<br>of day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">south of the moon's directions<br>against the coldness of the walls<br>you listen for something that you do not like to hear<br>you grapple for the touch<br>of looseness<br>dripping sounds from the bottom of<br>the orange sun sinking on the line of<br>black horizon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">until you see nothing but the humming of the soul<br>inside your brain<br>nothing seems significant<br>except the murmur</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that old murmur that becomes a chant<br>to survive the havoc of the day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you paint a sigh using some <br>fixtures of the firmaments dissolving while a meteor passes away</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=494931" data-title="The Passing Away Of Orange Shades de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="you gather symbols the metaphors confuse you but just the same you take a stone, a rose, a knife chunks of clouds for a dinner of loneliness the night appears like a steel pipe singing the songs of the winds on empty holes the rust are many and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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