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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=349891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Winter and Hope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">First snow atop the hill<br>sends a chill to the spine<br>it melts down all hopes<br>for the morning sunshine<br>men, women, pets and cattle <br>bit dismayed, amidst lull and calm<br>iced winds, blades cutting through <br>yet into a storm it has not brewed<br>hordes of men hurry and store <br>piles of extra wood and grass<br>time for them to hibernate <br>talking and singing to hour-glass<br>each one must tell a story <br>sitting by fire, under lock n bolt<br>happy women, busy with stove<br>lots of tea, meat and broiled poult<br>father and sons, one by one<br>climb the roof of their muddy abode<br>with shovels, spades and iron blades<br>they brush aside the unwanted load<br>every winter passes thus<br>with such fervour and desire <br>for a sunny and brighter morning<br>so as to smother the burning fire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(It is about how my hometown/village was until a few decades ago, where there was no electricity, and therefore, no television, computers or other gadgets to keep the family members unnecessarily busy and occupied) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ata+Khan">Ata Khan</a><div class=q>
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sends a chill to the spine
it melts down all hopes
for the morning sunshine
men, women, pets and cattle 
bit dismayed, amidst lull and calm
iced winds, blades cutting through 
yet into a storm it has not brewed
hordes of m..."></div>
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