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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358296" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember my father’s garden<br>Roses grew in full bloom behind the maple tree<br>That has always been there, in my memory, <br>Its trunk seemed golden<br>Beneath the light of the moon and stars in the evening and<br>At dawn, it would capture the rays of the sun, <br>Turning copper beneath the shadows cast by the mountains; <br>I have always adored the nighttime hours-<br>The stars seemed magical to me, glistening within the darkness and<br>The moon brings me peace of mind, quietly sleeping, <br>As its gentle rays illuminated the sky, giving just enough light<br>So I could see the roses, trees and wildflowers that decorated my father’s garden.<br>My father passed away twenty years ago and<br>I can recall his love for nature and his passion for the silence of the evening hours-<br>So much like mine-so many memories have escaped me but <br>I can still hear his laughter ringing throughout the valley near our home, <br>And every time I look upward toward the moon at twilight, <br>I can nearly see his smile shining through its muted light-<br>As a gentle breeze would blow, rustling the leaves upon the trees-<br>It would remind me that my father’s soul is still alive-<br>I see his face in every rose and his hands grasping the branches on the trees-<br>And I have always believed that even though people die and <br>Though their bodies may never be seen again, <br>The love and recollection of their spirits remain <br>In the places that they so loved-<br>My father’s home was in his garden amongst the maple trees, roses and wildflowers, and<br>In my innermost thoughts, it is there where he remains- and<br>Every day and every night, when I walk amongst the trees and flowers<br>I can hear his voice calling my name and in my heart I know<br>He can still hear my voice and see my face, as in the light of the moon and stars-<br>We shall be bonded in spirit for an eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Claudia Krizay</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>
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Roses grew in full bloom behind the maple tree
That has always been there, in my memory, 
Its trunk seemed golden
Beneath the light of the moon and stars in the evening and
At dawn, it would capture the rays of the ..."></div>
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