<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grey Stones</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I picked the stones grey, <br>Over eighty years aged.<br>When on them my ears lay, <br>Hear the melodies<br>Composed in yore days…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Music removes dust on my ancient mansion<br>With countless empty rooms, <br>All in antique fashion: <br>Miracles and mysteries<br>Hover over it always.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My rich grandmother<br>Ever spreads her wings, <br>And the rustics poor seek refuge under; <br>Homes father with cakes <br>And gather the kids with open beaks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold the cat eyed maid, <br>Through my windows, <br>And the twigs of henna plant bloomed, <br>Fetching the water in pots made of clays<br>Along the grove of coconut trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The palm tree shed blood at noon, <br>When it was cut; <br>The cowherd did swoon<br>The ghost caught: events<br>So strange told and retold by servants.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vrischika, the month of winds unceasing<br>Looses the knots of dream, <br>Brings the fragrance of jasmine buds blooming, <br>And the song of cuckoo does deem<br>Lulling my lover at moonlight dim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">…Grand house…deserted…vanished in the ashes grey<br>In a summer fire dance wild, <br>Leaving only the stones grey.<br>Sometimes, the heart loses its fire, <br>Then, no fear, stones play on the inner lyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Fabiyas+M+V">Fabiyas M V</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=391377" data-title="Grey Stones de Fabiyas M V" data-description="I picked the stones grey, Over eighty years aged. When on them my ears lay, Hear the melodies Composed in yore days… Music removes dust on my ancient mansion With countless empty rooms, All in antique fashion: Miracles and mysteries Hover o..."></div> </div> </div>

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