<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cribbing Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the night always at the height of my<br>temper, the cool breeze of the shore <br>hammock my swollen tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when my days shower its teardrops <br>falling to the ground, the refreshing smile <br>of the clouds gallops myself, bringing me <br>to the calmness of the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when my lonely memories hold me to <br>walk beyond the horizon of the meadow, I<br>kept mesmerizing those funny moment <br>that I was once lived like a prince in the <br>crib</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when I am at the helm of no where to go <br>and prostration behold my emotion to <br>conquer every smile in my heart, I just <br>smell the best perfume in my pillow, <br>believing that smooth sleep could ease my <br>aspiration for a better day to wake</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now the sun is near to peep, in the <br>murmuring clouds of yesterday, there I <br>find my wife watching my head in her arm <br>that never fades, like cotton swinging in <br>the season of free, in the spring waiting to<br>be gray</div><div style="margin:10px 0">raise my dear spirit, the sleep has come to <br>wake in a dream you seat like me, in your<br>loving arm only a dearest wife will come <br>and let you see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">solemnly quest that dream dear …….</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=346367" data-title="Cribbing Dream de Antonio Liao" data-description="when the night always at the height of my temper, the cool breeze of the shore hammock my swollen tears when my days shower its teardrops falling to the ground, the refreshing smile of the clouds gallops myself, bringing me to the calmness of..."></div> </div> </div>

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