<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532912" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reality or Illusion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thirst! Thirst! <br>Scorching thirst! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From head to groin<br>From hip to tip, <br>Fire rages.<br>My entrails shriek and crackle<br>As twigs in a forest fire<br>My nostrils flare<br>With the reeking smell of burnt flesh<br>My tongue and gullet<br>Melt like plastic on exposure to heat<br>Like a hornbill<br>I thirst for a dropp of water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wow! Before me is poised a chalice<br>Full and to the brim<br>With scarlet, bubbling liquid<br>As elixir, suddenly lowered from Heaven! <br>Extending my hands to hold it<br>And drawing it close to my lips<br>Oh! How I missed it by a whisker! <br>By what magic<br>By what vanishing trick<br>From my chalice, the wine drained out<br>Leaving not even the lees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What terrible betrayal! <br>As its dry emptiness<br>Stared at me <br> Like a tree felled, <br>I collapsed to the ground<br>And faintly heard the liquid<br>Falling dropp by drop<br>Merging with the dark water of the drains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt myself gyrating<br>Into the churning cauldron below<br>Was it a dream or an illusion? <br>Reality or fantasy<br>Who can tell? ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Valsa+George">Valsa George</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=532912" data-title="Reality or Illusion de Valsa George" data-description="Thirst! Thirst! Scorching thirst! From head to groin From hip to tip, Fire rages. My entrails shriek and crackle As twigs in a forest fire My nostrils flare With the reeking smell of burnt flesh My tongue and gullet Melt like plastic on exposu..."></div> </div> </div>

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