<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=401081" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Day - Night Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is often difficult not knowing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the wind will blow? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the tides will turn? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the storm will cease? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tragedy hit us hard as nails</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaving a tail—spin wind, whistling within our midst</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A once perfect euphoria fades all together</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the ripples of the mirror-glass stream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heart-ache and pain<br> <br>Then follows despair along </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with the tip, tap drops of rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is a mirage, capricious cycle of day-night dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shows a thousand faces to endure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One instant you are happy and next your heart bleeds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then contentment may grace the soul once more </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then down </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blessed then cursed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But to give comfort </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun will rise again<br> <br>In the east, I know</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>copyright (c) 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Godfrey+Morris">Godfrey Morris</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=401081" data-title="Day - Night Dreams de Godfrey Morris" data-description="It is often difficult not knowing Where the wind will blow? Where the tides will turn? When the storm will cease? Tragedy hit us hard as nails Leaving a tail—spin wind, whistling within our midst A once perfect euphoria fades all toget..."></div> </div> </div>

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