<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389300" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>They Spoke To Me Of God....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">they spoke to me of god, <br>and small things burning on piles of leaves.<br>while cast aside nests lay weeping, <br>in silent tribute to forgotten paths.<br>empty cages with doors flung open, <br>cigarette butts on temple floors.<br>footprints from nowhere to nothing, <br>canned thoughts on dusty shelves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it's easy to say peace will come, <br>not so easy to take the arms.<br>while crippled poets walk past burning huts, <br>and aircraft carriers meditate on troubled waters.<br>children's faces drift through dreamless sleep, <br>bodies gathered by passing squirrels.<br>yes, they spoke to me of god...<br>as if they really knew!</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=389300" data-title="They Spoke To Me Of God.... de Eric Cockrell" data-description="they spoke to me of god, and small things burning on piles of leaves. while cast aside nests lay weeping, in silent tribute to forgotten paths. empty cages with doors flung open, cigarette butts on temple floors. footprints from nowhere to noth..."></div> </div> </div>

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