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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I shall carry your icon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I shall carry your icon with me, I have said<br>because an icon is a burst of feel spread<br>a deity submits it's absences oblation<br>without caring for our life's destination</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The waves come, go, return I have said<br>because we care to worship our lost, dead<br>an ornament to an impertinent Maenad advent<br>Or just because a Hydra barks to the world</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My words have fled upon Boreas wind<br>to reach a form, a dream, your silken lint<br>as they whiff, a world's oblation of this hint<br>my soul flies, adorning a lingering feast</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And I recall your inner thoughts, a smile of doll<br>your image of a cumulus to carry my extol<br>as if we engaged upon our worshiped fervor<br>as our pains became obtuse, Nymphs enthrall</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a></strong></div>

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