<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389148" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lover's Chronicles (Part Three)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">holding autumn's leaf in your hands, <br>early December... all passion's colors<br>have melted, into brown in time grown <br>brittle...<br>and so i hold your hand, without grasping<br>so hard as if to lose, yet knowing your<br>hand... every nuance, every mile, every<br>destiny come and gone... feeling every<br>trace of living as if a prayer...<br>listening to your hand as if to a hymn...<br>your hand and mine, we rock... the wind blows <br>in perfect rhythm, we wait... for a time, <br>and a time, with no need to hurry!</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=389148" data-title="The Lover's Chronicles (Part Three) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="holding autumn's leaf in your hands, early December... all passion's colors have melted, into brown in time grown brittle... and so i hold your hand, without grasping so hard as if to lose, yet knowing your hand... every nuance, every mile, ever..."></div> </div> </div>

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