<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>October Sundown</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">October sundown<br>spillt o'er rainswept<br>mountains undressed, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">lit by the Painter's brush; <br>momentarily...<br>sucks the oxygen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the air, <br>leaving me gasping<br>for words....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">........2........</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the hands on the great clock<br>bent under the weight, <br>waves pounding hard against<br>the breakers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fire flickers, almost dies, <br>bursts into flame.<br>the ghost of longing<br>walks out of the grave! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">........3........</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the earth tremors, <br>tall buildings fall! <br>the wail of the dying<br>fills the air...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the stench of blood and<br>burning flesh chokes the mind...<br>dark wings thunder<br>on the distant horizon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the bells of emptiness<br>ring like razors....<br>still beating hearts<br>held in children's hands! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">........4........</div><div style="margin:10px 0">October sundown....<br>....and the night<br>.............is coming! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">leaving me....<br>...gasping for words!</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=388537" data-title="October Sundown de Eric Cockrell" data-description="October sundown spillt o'er rainswept mountains undressed, lit by the Painter's brush; momentarily... sucks the oxygen from the air, leaving me gasping for words.... ........2........ the hands on the great clock bent under the weight, wav..."></div> </div> </div>

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