<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387216" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Believing We Can Fly...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">do we stand on the floor of our thoughts? <br>in the basements of our heart? <br>or on the edge of the nest made of straw....<br>pounding our chests, believing we can fly? <br>do we stand on precept or illusion? <br>are mountains then made of sand? <br>and again chant the way of the gods, <br>'we feel with our thoughts, <br>and think with our hands'....<br>truth speaks in the unspoken, <br>and liberty is but remembering...<br>the best we can do a simple touch, <br>a farewell kiss, and.... <br>a key to your most precious door!</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=387216" data-title="Believing We Can Fly... de Eric Cockrell" data-description="do we stand on the floor of our thoughts? in the basements of our heart? or on the edge of the nest made of straw.... pounding our chests, believing we can fly? do we stand on precept or illusion? are mountains then made of sand? and again ch..."></div> </div> </div>

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