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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Under The Hues</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From my chair by the window, <br>there are many things I can see. <br>Through the gap between the houses <br>on the other side of the street, <br>a glimpse of a harbour <br>with small boats tugging at their moorings <br>trying desperately to be free <br>while silhouetted under the moonlight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the harbour lies the city <br>with its urban sprawl. <br>Thousands of stories about lives <br>whom under its umbrella live. <br>From their peaceful days <br>and the ones carpeted under continuing squalls. <br>The new and the old <br>share the same spotlight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The yellow streetlights <br>make poor imitation suns. <br>Their protracted idea of no shadows <br>only dims the light on some <br>in the early morning hours. <br>The streets are quiet and bare <br>and for a few hours, <br>cars lie asleep outside their homes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The story goes on and on <br>under the hues of each day <br>and lives change. <br>Some for the better and some for the worse. <br>Some call it a rat race <br>while others call it their home. <br>Regardless what we call it, <br>within it, life goes on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 March 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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Through the gap between the houses 
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a glimpse of a harbour 
with small boats tugging at their moorings 
trying desperately to be free 
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