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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the gardens of Margaret Robberts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the gardens of Margaret Robberts<br>white roman pillars runs<br>in rows down a lane<br>and there’s a green domed roof<br>that throws a long shadow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between the plants there are fairies hiding<br>and their homes are forsaken, <br>camped off with silver wire<br>and as if she has escaped<br>one blows on a copper magical flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are red roses<br>blooming beautifully<br>and a citrus odour<br>coming from the lemon trees<br>and three boys are proud<br>of the lemons that they are carrying<br>and I wonder what is going to happen<br>when they eat some of them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the small chapel<br>I take my hat from my head<br>and there are beautiful verses<br>on the walls<br>and a round stained glass window<br>with a golden cross<br>and points pointing<br>like a white compass<br>in all directions<br>that is possible to determine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We say a silent prayer<br>and walk to the bell tower<br>where you hold the chain<br>for a photograph<br>and you pay for cool drink, <br>chicken pie and spinach quiche<br>and we are exhausted<br>from the summer heat<br>and everything becomes peaceful<br>and I look at you<br>while you scatter pink rock salt<br>over your food</div><div style="margin:10px 0">l’Envoi<br>Later we walk to a place<br>where angels hang on fine strings<br>and you sit and relax<br>on a bench with one painted<br>against the wall<br>while I try to catch<br>everything with the camera<br>and you smile more beautiful<br>than any angel, <br>with rays shining out of your golden eyes<br>and there’s a cute sunhat <br>on your head<br>and your locks fall in auburn strings<br>past you slender shoulders.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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white roman pillars runs
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and there’s a green domed roof
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Between the plants there are fairies hiding
and their homes are forsaken, 
camped off with silver wire
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