<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=541969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Burning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It all tastes like funeral ash to me; <br>exquisite feast set out in banquet hall.<br>Tonguing down the bile, a bitter dark sea, <br>A casket'ed table for bearers pall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a long time coming, we sigh sips.<br>Now we gather 'round plates of dust<br>Scooping the dry mulch between our lips, <br>as our gray eyes flicker off the rust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From a distance the feast looked amazing, <br>Staring through the cherry-stained estate glass.<br>And we rammed against hall doors, complaining<br>of the plundered spectral treasure amassed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we say Grace at the table of ash.<br>Our stolen jewels worn like funeral sash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aurin+Squire">Aurin Squire</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=541969" data-title="A Burning de Aurin Squire" data-description="It all tastes like funeral ash to me; exquisite feast set out in banquet hall. Tonguing down the bile, a bitter dark sea, A casket'ed table for bearers pall. It was a long time coming, we sigh sips. Now we gather 'round plates of dust Scooping ..."></div> </div> </div>

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