<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>CIcada's Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That fog at dusk can almost be heard, <br>As heavy as the thundering of a bass drum.<br>Night birds beat their wings as gracefully as<br>A dancer would, with agility <br>Beneath the light of<br>Venus…<br>Listen to the sounds of the<br>Cicadas calling in the midday or their<br> Chanting in the twilight while their plaintive tune resonates throughout the forest-<br>Dewdrops decorate the surface of the ground and<br>Only angels can truly see rain in the dead of the night.<br>Dark days or dismal afternoons, <br>Foggy and overcast as a sorcerer’s nightmare-<br>Only the downpours of tears bring universal sorrow-<br>Rain or tears, the same, never ending …<br> Naiads weep with the full moon at midnight, for<br>The rain won’t cease to pour and their tears-<br>They just keep on falling, to mingle with the moisture <br>That blankets the surface of the earth-<br>Sky lightening illuminates the heavens as thunder claps.<br>God is wakening, opening the skies.<br> Cicadas carry on<br>With their cacophonous, though<br>Dolorous and melodious song, as<br>The moon disappears behind the mountains, <br>The rain ceases to fall and the sun rises and<br>Nature weeps her silent tears of joy.<br>Fog tip-toes behind the thicket, and<br>Disappears past the horizon while the <br>World dances in blissful wakefulness…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</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=358221" data-title="CIcada's Song de Claudia Krizay" data-description="That fog at dusk can almost be heard, As heavy as the thundering of a bass drum. Night birds beat their wings as gracefully as A dancer would, with agility Beneath the light of Venus… Listen to the sounds of the Cicadas calling in the midday o..."></div> </div> </div>

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