<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Concord of thoughts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stasis invades with light<br>On tiny spider tracks<br>Traces of tears <br>Linear in sand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ceasefire of our thoughts<br>The supple mind lays down<br>Its weapons, all its heavy arms<br>And weights</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doors swing slowly open<br>To beckon visitors<br>Seeking common shores<br>Without demands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words in barest motion<br>An essence of poetry<br>Blue heat fatality<br>On faces of a flame</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prayers ascending wordlessly<br>To a Love God listening<br>Attending in other realms while<br>We are barely here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The peace concord of thoughts<br>The subtle mind lays down<br>Its weapons, all its heavy loves<br>And hates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sabbatical from toil<br>A day, an exiled year<br>In deserts that must burn<br>To regenerate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weekends without concern<br>No ripples on the surfaces<br>Geneva, Annecy<br>Timeless tideless lakes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heavy white-haired Alps<br>Dreams drained of energy<br>The silent watching mountains<br>Overtaking me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stasis content in dark<br>Eyes closed, starting to see<br>The tiny ships that sail with joy<br>Into infinity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</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=392229" data-title="Concord of thoughts de Frank Bana" data-description="Stasis invades with light On tiny spider tracks Traces of tears Linear in sand The ceasefire of our thoughts The supple mind lays down Its weapons, all its heavy arms And weights Doors swing slowly open To beckon visitors Seeking common shores ..."></div> </div> </div>

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