<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What We've Clinged To.... (Only Straw)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">this body, made of straw, <br>now empty, blown by the wind.<br>leaving only the faint scent of eggs, <br>the echoed imprint of wings.<br>no more, and no less, <br>than the branch, than the tree, <br>than the memory of sunlight, <br>and the haunt of rain.<br>freedom sheds its bark, <br>god is buried beneath leaves...<br>perhaps only snow can transform.<br>only voices linger, <br>nay it be not names! <br>while squirrels devour the nuts<br>of a thousand passions! <br>nests be not wings, nor beak or talon...<br>what we've clinged to is only straw!</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=389584" data-title="What We've Clinged To.... (Only Straw) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="this body, made of straw, now empty, blown by the wind. leaving only the faint scent of eggs, the echoed imprint of wings. no more, and no less, than the branch, than the tree, than the memory of sunlight, and the haunt of rain. freedom sheds..."></div> </div> </div>

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