<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tastes (Dreaming)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i went for years without dreaming, <br>or at least so i thought.<br>i wake up with tastes, <br>so simple that i'd forgotten.<br>the whisper of the rain, <br>weaves a web around my soul.<br>and there are voices in the shadows, <br>shadows that build small fires.<br>perhaps prayer is a form of memory, <br>a language we no longer understand.<br>and the body, a cage, or just a shell, <br>for a bird with broken wings! <br>then love, the body plowed, <br>the spirit bursts in bloom.<br>i taste like grapes, <br>too long fermented...<br>you taste like ashes, <br>and me!</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=388974" data-title="Tastes (Dreaming) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="i went for years without dreaming, or at least so i thought. i wake up with tastes, so simple that i'd forgotten. the whisper of the rain, weaves a web around my soul. and there are voices in the shadows, shadows that build small fires. perhap..."></div> </div> </div>

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