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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413090" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A walk in Manhattan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faces that float in rivers of people I meet; I see and pass<br>Throngs thrust through bustling city, buzzing noise and broken roar<br>Faces that come and go; faces I see and lose in windows glass<br>All portraits new I will never see again; I have never seen before</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strangers of all ages and all human specimans encounter my pace<br>The comers and the goers, marches of face to face<br>Parades of face after face in string of dazzling colors ware<br>An endless human streams too busy world to stop and stare</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>An ant hill city of maddening crowd’s ignoble strife<br>With sober ambitions without boundaries into all four winds to stray <br>Along cool sequestered decorum of life<br>All morals bent with insentient apathy out of way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People in rows, crowds in queues, clans in knots<br>The famous the anonymous, the have and the have not<br>Diamonds and ashes in street ashrays<br>while corners vendors and nooks players reciting their pray</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you ever imagined how much you can tell<br>In the instantaneous encounter of human eyes<br>In ants path where no words are exchanged like soundless tale<br>You have the brief glimpse of a moment to pierce one's fragile disguise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hurry, capture, net the rushing secrets of joy, agony and indifferent fatigue <br>Feeling crying, characters shining from all garments, styles and hidden places<br>A strode of strives and struggles in all passing faces<br>Walking, rushing ecstasy of success and the scare of failure and critic </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On brandished high heels fashion ladies treat<br>With the rhythm of sculptured legs on stone walk beat <br>Tall on burnished hooves astute lawyers; vain confidence that the world fate<br>Is in their crocodiles leather-ed suitcase encapsulate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this worlds of stage a middle age woman passes upon whom I gaze <br>The measures she takes to hide her waning beauty leave me amaze<br>She is all wrapped in colorful deceit and counterfeit labors<br>That so immodesty displays nature’s gone favors <br>With its fallacious arguments of colors and elaborate cloth<br>Is to the senses cunning counterfeit and cynic loath</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Rushing people in elongated avenues; restless streets flocks<br>I froze for a moment in trepidation and fear of thee<br>In the meeting of our eyes lock in streets shaded oaks<br>I can tell, you can tell, as much, so much of me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">copy rights 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q>
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Throngs thrust through bustling city, buzzing noise and broken roar
Faces that come and go; faces I see and lose in windows glass
All portraits new I will never see again; I have never se..."></div>
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