<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gifts For The Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a poet is only an ear, <br>and a naked pen...<br>becomes less, <br>when he has a name, <br>even less a title.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the best lay down <br>their pens and<br>pick up shovels, <br>turning the earth in <br>stillness, season by season.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">open the windows<br>and doors to the heart, <br>and sweep out the trash.<br>leaving gifts for the soul, <br>the tiny droppings of birds, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that just took flight...<br>a small mound of ashes, <br>a tiny wisp of smoke! <br>the imprint of a kiss<br>on lips long grown cold!</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=387747" data-title="Gifts For The Soul de Eric Cockrell" data-description="a poet is only an ear, and a naked pen... becomes less, when he has a name, even less a title. the best lay down their pens and pick up shovels, turning the earth in stillness, season by season. open the windows and doors to the heart, an..."></div> </div> </div>

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