<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581815" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Waiting For You (Sestina)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tangled wood reminds me of your hair -<br>dark like the night and falling in whispers.<br>Kneeling underneath the sheltering pines, <br>I sip silence and stroke the memories.<br>You have long been gone, and I miss your hands, <br>slipping through the long sleeves of languid love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time is a leaf on the branch of our love, <br>curled in the corners of your chestnut hair<br>and falling like sand through hourglass hands.<br>Wind strokes my back and quietly whispers.<br>Stars float down a dark sky of memories, <br>their bright pulse like beacons above the pines. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus hangs the moon, suspended among pines, <br>promising brighter days showered with love; <br>but for now, I live in the memories.<br>I braid a blue blossom into my hair, <br>its fragrance wafting like weary whispers, <br>spider-spun silk in the palm of my hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember how you captured my hands, <br>held them within the shadow of the pines, <br>and kissed them soft as butterfly whispers.<br>It was then that I knew I was in love, <br>when you gently stroked the length of my hair, <br>now curled within the moonlight memories.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moonlight makes magic of the memories, <br>within the palms of her shimmering hands, <br>and she sprinkles starlight throughout my hair.<br>Initials are carved in one of the pines<br>within a whimsical heart made with love<br>and sanctified with undying whispers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The past unfolds in wandering whispers, <br>ushered through the gate of my memories.<br>I write a letter of undying love, <br>hold it like seeds in the palm of my hands, <br>and plant it with a kiss beneath the pines<br>as the wind looses a wisp of my hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pale wings of my love move like whispers, <br>tangling in your hair like memories<br>captured within your hands beneath the pines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Linda+Marie+Van+Tassell">Linda Marie Van Tassell</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=581815" data-title="Waiting For You (Sestina) de Linda Marie Van Tassell" data-description="The tangled wood reminds me of your hair - dark like the night and falling in whispers. Kneeling underneath the sheltering pines, I sip silence and stroke the memories. You have long been gone, and I miss your hands, slipping through the long sl..."></div> </div> </div>

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