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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578701" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tree Will Be Reminded</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crystal clear skin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That exudes a peeling moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a half-crescent smile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drowned when your waters</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Emanated underneath the tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where you petrify with every</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Abrupt departure, without notes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without gifts of flesh nor syrup-kisses, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tree stood, chaste and pure, though</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Decrepit for in the time of your furlough, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’d be no one the tree’d let</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Him touch his trunk, his branches, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His dead twigs and austere leaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain had touched his porcelain wrinkles, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He felt it coldly upon his skin that</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wraps him in a mortal flame of summers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And winters; The grass pleads underneath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His roots tethered to the Earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To remind him of the flustered world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That he breathes in, and so with crude words-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From damsels to old men and children, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He listen passionately, but not take it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To his viscera of rippled age, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tree stood there, idle, stonily, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Desolate at the middle of the wonderful</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sequoias and petunias and daffodils</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He remained subtle and still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the dissipating dust on a moth’s marred wing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so the moon-dame came back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With her fecund smile and lavish couture, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tree, oh how he wishes to move, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To give her a verdant clasp of the soul, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To enter her soul, to put friction body upon body, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But not to make love, but to defeat the Sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In its heat – and with that, he will come to pass</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A moribund magnificence of a love stonily crafted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In between distance, in between seasons that</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reminded the tree of how he waited, weathered</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every cold breath of the monsoon and the tepid</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caress of the Sun’s burnt lips – he remembered it all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wept for a minute and died for a lifetime, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alive in structure, dead in soul – But the lady, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How alive in soul, and much more in features</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She has forgotten about the tree – poor orphan of the world! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dined, with a cloth pressed upon the tree’s roots –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a man she did, and reveled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And let out a bounty of fruits and the ripeness of her lips</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tree frowned upon, and frowned within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How reminded the tree will ever be, of how it is uncomplicated</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To build a love, but tedious to make it last –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Especially if one soul does not come in terms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the other - what agony!</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>
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That exudes a peeling moon

To a half-crescent smile

Drowned when your waters

Emanated underneath the tree

Where you petrify with every

Abrupt departure, without notes, 

Without gifts of flesh nor syrup-kisses, 

The t..."></div>
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