<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Painter's Wheel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the painter's wheel turns, <br>its bearings rusted, groan.<br>all too oft mistaken for thunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the human heart has <br>hidden chambers, and<br>passageways not discovered...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the smell of hope? or<br>burning limbs... clearing<br>the way for autumn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the heart is at autumn too; <br>one last flash of color, <br>and then a time of rest...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what we seek for<br>is never further than<br>the tip of trembling tongues, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the button undone....<br>the cadence of earth evolving, <br>both within and without!</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=389181" data-title="The Painter's Wheel de Eric Cockrell" data-description="the painter's wheel turns, its bearings rusted, groan. all too oft mistaken for thunder. the human heart has hidden chambers, and passageways not discovered... the smell of hope? or burning limbs... clearing the way for autumn. the heart is a..."></div> </div> </div>

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