<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Timeless....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">timeless...<br>the smell of fresh cut grass, <br>the taste of sweat on a lovers neck.<br>the sound the shovels make<br>filling the grave, <br>and the moment just before<br>when life fled into the sunset.<br>the burnt fringe of the letter<br>you saved from the fire.<br>the echoes of passion...<br>in a box in the closet.<br>the silence just after<br>the guns stopped firing, <br>just before the world found its way! <br>the spoon in the bowl, <br>and the peace in the stomach.<br>the blanket, the fire, <br>shelter for the night.<br>the whisper you hear<br>when only god could be talking, <br>the prayer of the wind, <br>the lantern, the bridge!</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=389349" data-title="Timeless.... de Eric Cockrell" data-description="timeless... the smell of fresh cut grass, the taste of sweat on a lovers neck. the sound the shovels make filling the grave, and the moment just before when life fled into the sunset. the burnt fringe of the letter you saved from the fire. the e..."></div> </div> </div>

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