<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gray of the morning <br>Creeps in the room like fear. <br>It is growing lighter,<br>But I sit crouched and shivering. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dare not look at the bed,<br>Lest I laugh --<br>Or curse God. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How does it happen? <br>Yesterday my wife, <br>And now -- a strange thing -- <br>Anything -- nothing. <br>A body without breath, <br>Arms without warmth, <br>Lips without kisses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Eve' was her name, <br>And the strangest part is <br>That I want to call -- 'Eve, <br>Come and look at this thing <br>That lies on your bed <br>And looks so like you.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Ernley+Walrond">Francis Ernley Walrond</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=391892" data-title="Eve de Francis Ernley Walrond" data-description="The gray of the morning Creeps in the room like fear. It is growing lighter, But I sit crouched and shivering. I dare not look at the bed, Lest I laugh -- Or curse God. How does it happen? Yesterday my wife, And now -- a strange thing -- ..."></div> </div> </div>

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