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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sub Rosa</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I missed the Spring.<br>I fell asleep under the shadows of my desires, <br>with mandolin sounds for lullabies<br>and my grandfather’s pipe, <br>in dreams dressed in herbal smoke and honey scents<br>and the beauty of my loved ones.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I missed the Spring.<br>I was late for my soul, <br>too late for a song, <br>deceived by the lotus flowers<br>and the smiles of the sirens, <br>their seductive bodies waving my sanity away.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I missed the Spring.<br>The ring of oblivion was Time’s gift, <br>a nursery rhyme’s forgotten curse, <br>here like now, absent like never, <br>a colourless rainbow reflection<br>on eyes of sadness. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I missed the Spring.<br>I woke up in the slumbers of my regrets, <br>by tribal drumbeats for breakfast<br>and my grandmother’s tales, <br>in a reality stripped of hope and home warmth, <br>well worth the loneliness of a poem.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=573995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I missed the Spring.</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=Niko+Tiliopoulos">Niko Tiliopoulos</a></strong></div>