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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Apology</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To an isle where people stutter and rally<br>No doves over here nor any sign of an ally<br>No picket fences, just rings of barbed wire<br>In the middle of nowhere, I call Nomans-shire<br>Devoid of touch, the heart gathers dust<br>As the psyche welcomes the skeletons as blossoms the rust<br>The body aching from the pain of no tomorrow<br>As the hibernation maroons the heart in sorrow<br>An isle that no man willingly wants<br>An islet where there are no cries or chants<br>Only silent cries of freedom from the forsaken lips<br>Only the jibes of a few friendly quips<br>To shoot the breeze as the habit grows<br>As the smoke discolors the lips outdoors<br>As the panic sets sometimes, the heart in a fit<br>As the queue's gather for a sit on a pit<br>Waiting for a tomorrow a barrister's touch<br>From the melting lives in their daily fudge<br>Freedom, sweet, golden, a lavish desire<br>At every sight of a tie and a coat, a lawyer in attire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now here is my solemn apology <br>To every citizen, languishing in a waltz in the absence of my eulogy<br>The boat didn't rock or turn, no one was overboard<br>I apologize, the boat builder built one to stand the hoard<br>Even for the waves that failed to swirl and twirl<br>The calm waters that welcomed us in our whirl<br>I apologize for the storms and hurricanes that slumbered in a hush<br>Even the winds that blew past the sails sans a single rush<br>I apologize for the ravaging war at home<br>Even for the poppy buds that smile tall in their dome<br>I apologize for our steadfast hope<br>That engrained us in our journey of elope<br>I apologize for the children that saw the light of the world<br>Even the condom I didn't wear, for creating yet another monster in a girl<br>Finally I apologize with my heart in my hand<br>That we saw our Canaan, our much awaited promise land</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dilantha+Gunawardana">Dilantha Gunawardana</a><div class=q>
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No doves over here nor any sign of an ally
No picket fences, just rings of barbed wire
In the middle of nowhere, I call Nomans-shire
Devoid of touch, the heart gathers dust
As the psyche welcomes the skele..."></div>
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