<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347041" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Water from the Dust</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just as the pang melted the pain of birth, touching the inner<br>shadow of blooming sweet on the glittering eyes of the mother<br>has wonder the passion of life, in the honey comb of the womb</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as it welcome the night comes another unbelievable daylight, <br>unwavering pinnacle of a beautiful sunrise hover the cloudy sky<br>of victory of a little child born in the midst of a tiny clot of dust<br>in the moisture of hyacinth dew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perfect as the creator, mystery shade the pavement of <br>existence that life step forward to the destined heaven of the <br>highest most journey where, once all were citizen has fall and <br>will return; a returning home of joy and happiness of the <br>Father bosom arm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">weak tells me the same, and the strength that i owe, invites <br>to come to know the direction, of one has to go and the <br>memory has gone; yoke of what is today, as the future fade <br>for everybody has to stay, that each end is just a only a dust in <br>the wondering water it surpass of stream to play</div><div style="margin:10px 0">leave my breathe away, squander all the given moment of <br>the past, and never tell the soul that the dust comes from heart <br>leaves no direction forever more.......</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=347041" data-title="Water from the Dust de Antonio Liao" data-description="Just as the pang melted the pain of birth, touching the inner shadow of blooming sweet on the glittering eyes of the mother has wonder the passion of life, in the honey comb of the womb as it welcome the night comes another unbelievable daylight,..."></div> </div> </div>

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