<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blood in the Lips</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the flesh smoke<br>of the gunpowder, terrify <br>the wind, the roar of the tank <br>hold every tree to die and<br>the sound of the birds conquer <br>the nest to leave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">look up the clouds, the black smell <br>darken the land, and the <br>water dry run, while the desert laughs <br>and the sun <br>goes down; pity and mercy <br>lauded long everyday and night, even<br>the child laughter has never<br>seen in the dusty street</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kept this silver for a free blood <br>and break the<br>solitude for a little happy day, <br>the hour has waited for <br>a century as it remembered each <br>flesh of decay of every<br> human race</div><div style="margin:10px 0">morn not for today, the growing children <br>nay learn tomorrow <br>they open to be break, let me <br>show you the way<br>to catch a tender bird is but to leave it free, <br>spare no one and<br>it’s wings leaves beautifully glow and fly<br>into the infinite sky </div><div style="margin:10px 0">stay my dear friend and find a lovely meadow<br>of green in the valley <br>of the abundant plain and always remember <br>that the withering Verdict everything is not<br>the end …..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Poem and a prayer dedicated for a mutual<br>understanding of Israel and Palestinian people in<br>the Land of Faith “</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=346324" data-title="Blood in the Lips de Antonio Liao" data-description="the flesh smoke of the gunpowder, terrify the wind, the roar of the tank hold every tree to die and the sound of the birds conquer the nest to leave look up the clouds, the black smell darken the land, and the water dry run, while the desert..."></div> </div> </div>

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