<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=572273" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sing Me A Swan-song Not</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing me a swan-song not, the tacit allegory<br>Of all the shadows that squander in the squalid vale<br>When the Sun, kingly, circumnavigating in circumspect<br>All over the gardens of plush askance - sing me a swan-song not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing me a swan-song not, pale lover<br>For as the ides dawn a marching twine<br>Here I wait, like a tavern-frequenter, longing to behold<br>The intoxication of your supple wine, <br>Your dank submission, and your obsequiousness resembling<br>A flower toadied; a stem of savvy mysticism.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing me a swan-song not, in and out of the madness<br>The drizzle upon the pliant seethe of gray fire carries<br>The semblance of the quietus: have you seen a taciturn storm<br>Upon a battered doorstep love? That is I, a calm tempest -<br>An angst-ridden farcical or perhaps, the behest of the lustre<br>Of romance. And so sing me a swan-song not, dear love<br>Traipse alongside in an entwined manner, a sequestering specification<br>Of the gracious moon in the midnight soiree of unsheathed dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing me a swan-song not, never, not even for a day, love<br>The fountains of bliss are situated in each wayward corner<br>Of the pallid walls where we break and amalgamate ourselves<br>Again - that is where I found you, wincing away into the sultry air<br>A soul confined to the thresholds of a bewailing thousand-shards; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing me a swan-song not, I will croon the lullaby of a<br>Thousand-fabled joys and a too-sudden image cast into<br>These eyes. Sing me a swan-song not, as I knock upon<br>Your doorstep, waking you in your unsettling slumber, <br>Professing love, like a flame whilst speaking, tongue in a knot: <br>Love, sing me a swan-song not in the time of your iridescences!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Windsor+Guadalupe+Jr">Windsor Guadalupe Jr</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=572273" data-title="Sing Me A Swan-song Not de Windsor Guadalupe Jr" data-description="Sing me a swan-song not, the tacit allegory Of all the shadows that squander in the squalid vale When the Sun, kingly, circumnavigating in circumspect All over the gardens of plush askance - sing me a swan-song not. Sing me a swan-song not, pale ..."></div> </div> </div>

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