<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Always Walking, Never Alone!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">always walking, never alone...<br>be it the wind, <br>whose voice has comforted me<br>for longer than i can remember.<br>be it darkness, <br>my lover, passion unfolding.<br>be it the lights in unknown houses, <br>signaling life to the traveller.<br>be it the whisper of stone, <br>and wood aging and holding.<br>be it the cry of emptiness, <br>vacant buildings, desolate streets.<br>be it the smells of food cooking, <br>of woodsmoke, of flesh on flesh.<br>be it the taste of rain, <br>the cold touch of falling snow.<br>be it the stillness of graves, <br>row upon row, life upon life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my god walks with me, <br>naked in the night.<br>we listen for the whimper of babies, <br>the meow of stray cats.<br>for the sound of the shot, <br>and the body falling.<br>for the key turning the lock, <br>and the creaking of the swing.<br>for the perfume of the pines, <br>for the man picking up the trash.<br>for the heart moaning<br>low and gutteral in need.<br>for the sound of the man weeping, <br>having given up, <br>and the woman that holds him.<br>for the prayers of small children, <br>and the echoes of longing...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">always walking, never alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</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=387080" data-title="Always Walking, Never Alone! de Eric Cockrell" data-description="always walking, never alone... be it the wind, whose voice has comforted me for longer than i can remember. be it darkness, my lover, passion unfolding. be it the lights in unknown houses, signaling life to the traveller. be it the whisper of s..."></div> </div> </div>

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