<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Awakening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the deep slumber, the echo of the night lives, <br>wondering the sweet experience of the past, <br>the lasting bastion of existence of the soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a milk in the lips of the child, hold on the<br>breath of each day to survive, like lime of the<br>sweeten tongue of every lip quest its thirst<br>awake every deep sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sow then the fertile land of wheat, for<br>nothing would be hungry in the each stomach<br>that is full, uproot and lead every sweet<br>strengthen sweat that touches the ground nay, <br>lay not the hands to toil the land for death waits<br>no one in the grave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">leave not to hold the closing eye the vision to<br>walk in the valley of tears, for only the presence<br>of the heart will tell where the night is falling<br>apart, in the dream that your eyes is open to close</div><div style="margin:10px 0">just be there and hold me tight, the star is there<br>waiting to grasp the falling rainbow in your<br>eyes......</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“ my deep and humble poem dedicated to the loving<br> People who waits their beloved one in their <br>Deep sleep “</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Antonio+Liao">Antonio Liao</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=346305" data-title="Awakening de Antonio Liao" data-description="in the deep slumber, the echo of the night lives, wondering the sweet experience of the past, the lasting bastion of existence of the soul a milk in the lips of the child, hold on the breath of each day to survive, like lime of the sweeten tong..."></div> </div> </div>

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