<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=411406" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Through A Transparent Tear...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a night of drumming rain<br>woke up into an unusually<br>fresh winter morning<br>of drizzle and tickling breeze<br>laced by lazy chillness<br>the languid nerves of the night<br>looked for some stirring to<br>help them out of a tempting bed...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a breeze brushing past the sea<br>a breeze traversing across <br>the imposing dolphin's nose<br>a breeze caressing the leaves<br>buds and flowers even in earthen <br>pots laden heavy absorbing <br>the live long passion of the clouds<br>a breeze filling all that it touched<br>on the little bit of earth around me<br>a breeze pervading my little sky<br>caused me come alive...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how is it possible, i wondered<br>insulated as i was from the <br>animate and the inanimate<br>on the otherside with equal vogour</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i looked around my accustomed <br>emptiness in wonder<br>trying to find the source</div><div style="margin:10px 0">need i tell you<br>the source revealed itself<br>as your breath on me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the heart that came alive<br>on this winter morning<br>of drizzle and breeze<br>shed a tear of longing<br>even while my body<br>smiled...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">12nov2009<br>08.05hrs</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Indira+Babbellapati">Indira Babbellapati</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=411406" data-title="Through A Transparent Tear... de Indira Babbellapati" data-description="a night of drumming rain woke up into an unusually fresh winter morning of drizzle and tickling breeze laced by lazy chillness the languid nerves of the night looked for some stirring to help them out of a tempting bed... a breeze brushing past t..."></div> </div> </div>

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