<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The poets contrive</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have nothing to complain for, not even of one<br>I am thankful for all, conceived in mind, to stun <br>it is because my garden blooms, and soul strives<br>and my ancestors salute from their distant lives</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Memories visit me and mostly make me care, <br>they turn the key of remembrances on my door, <br>and I accept their oddity of call. Maybe I enroll<br>a frivolous romantic, on this supercilious stare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People claim their life, was a tragedy! My God<br>what a falsehood to live upon! A baited fishing rod<br>to catch me in their transient support of riddance, <br>I laugh, as there is no mercy in their cold glance </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I 've seen poets! Yes, noble, mysterious souls<br>with words to kiss a remote heart, a boat's tholes<br>supporting our rowing oars of efforts. A caress<br>explaining the bliss of a Naiad or curse of an Ogress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their face is next to a window, a frown of thinking, <br>as they watch the finishing ends, as dusk is sinking, <br>our shadows exit to the streets, from our boats berth<br>I care for that verse of still, poets contrive or death?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</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=400924" data-title="The poets contrive de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="I have nothing to complain for, not even of one I am thankful for all, conceived in mind, to stun it is because my garden blooms, and soul strives and my ancestors salute from their distant lives Memories visit me and mostly make me care, they ..."></div> </div> </div>

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