<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reincarnation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The train just passed by<br>Sending its trumpet abound<br>An airplane took off </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His fearless house stood<br>By an old oak tree uprooted<br>Through years of torture</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sits gallantly<br>Beer and cigarette each hand<br>Talking to the moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“What more in an old man’s dream than a hunch<br> Of his adhominem to lie upon his bed to launch<br>His un-chosen time if no longer a surprise when<br>His eyelids close and his lips locked to utter then<br>To see his unseen yards of wreaths where he rest<br> His retired body and his soul lives in sky-wide yet<br>To muster all things he left behind but his quest <br>Is incomplete, will he return to his home just like it? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The train returned back<br>Sending its trumpet northbound<br>An airplane rushed home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Builders of new homes<br>Landscapes adjoined city lights<br>More days to come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A priest pronounced them<br>Husband and wife a year ago<br>A baby is born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Efren+Petalver+Carranza">Efren Petalver Carranza</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=383460" data-title="Reincarnation de Efren Petalver Carranza" data-description="The train just passed by Sending its trumpet abound An airplane took off His fearless house stood By an old oak tree uprooted Through years of torture He sits gallantly Beer and cigarette each hand Talking to the moon “What more in an old ma..."></div> </div> </div>

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