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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Butterfly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">as the wind sings, the trees dance in the most magnificent flows<br>and the river stream strenght its powerful turbid, down the river bank, <br>where the lilies and the stones jump to its tremendous joy of gladness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so sweet to see and feel, when all the birds flies beyond what we <br>can't reach, a blows of wind that echo there dances with the trees, spectacular beauty has it gain when melody, whisper in my ears, <br>that brings splendid songs of the butterfly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lives in the cocoon, miles a away, in an hour it hibernation in the distance shore, waiting the moment, when things get ripe and the <br>joy that it gives, will linger on in our naked eyes, for remembering is<br>knowing the future it takes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as the spirit it flies into the air, with its wings swing up, up in the sky, chanting the wild as it goes high, and as the sun shielded by the clouds, the cool breeze air fall into the cocoon nest, the wandering pupa, magical and gradually makes it easy way, turn into a very nice<br>larvae</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a magic has made wonderful things to happen in a most unexpected<br>way, a moment to tell that everything has something to feel, a time in<br>our life to stand, to walk, to decide, to experience, to know and a time<br>to understand and accept that we are just a part of the whole sujourner of life with others cocoon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as it grows and turn into a mature butterfly, we can sing and swing the<br>last dance of the butterfly, beneath our very own cocoon, that moment <br>is a minute to wait, that once in our life time, we have experience of what is being a butterfly, who fly beyond this wonderful world we<br>see.</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>
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