<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347033" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Voice of Pain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">like flower that blooms in the early morn <br>wither at the end of the day, the aroma <br>of my strength capture my gnashing <br>memory that split each joy of vigor in my<br>own identity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Savour dear heart the lasting entity of all <br>that comes in gasping moment of resistance<br>they just come and go, like a smoke of<br>lining Roses in the splendid incense of <br>lasting pads in a little finger tips, griping is <br>the key to know the truth of each day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lap, slice my flesh, a parting hope of luck<br>and lock beneath the point of blindness, as<br>the heart rejoice for nothing left, but a sorrow<br>of laughter languishes my deep being of<br>strong and determine person, even willfully <br>vibrant to face the sting of death, for depart<br>no more welcome my bosom pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">oh! devour my valor of hope and vanish<br>my lingering pain to your uncertain path of <br>harmony, for what then is the prize of <br>nothing but the fear of living without a <br>goodbye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">reach my knee and hold on my shadow of<br>the future, death my suffer and live my<br>soul the hope of living forever …..</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=347033" data-title="Voice of Pain de Antonio Liao" data-description="like flower that blooms in the early morn wither at the end of the day, the aroma of my strength capture my gnashing memory that split each joy of vigor in my own identity Savour dear heart the lasting entity of all that comes in gasping mome..."></div> </div> </div>

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