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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The umbrella</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One morning in a city of din and roar with no pause<br>A maid walked along into my wandering glance<br>So pretty, pure, and sprouting she was<br>under her feet the cobble stones lulled in a dance<br> <br>Such a beautiful maid jumped into the street<br>And in the middle of rain rushing creek<br>I am such a reserved, shy, modest guy<br>So swiftly, intuitively I extended my umbrella <br>Under dark ominously pouring summer sky<br>To that lovely, bare orphan Cinderella<br> <br>Her still small voice whispered to me<br>'Thank You', as she joined with youthful glee<br>And by that she washed away all my misery<br>Ah was there ever a better way to be <br> <br>Ah, what a face! what cheeks to my shriveled lips<br>When coal black blanket wraps the sinking day<br>When the rotten street edges tear and drip<br>And the shaken leaves are stamped to muddy clay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What music cannot passion raise and quell<br>As we walked closely under the umbrella shell<br>All streets walkers and merchants stood around<br>And a stretched wondering on their faces fell bound<br> <br>So lucky were I that rainy low clouds day<br>The precious umbrella so handy under showers of may<br>Like the fisher net on the bank of sandy bay<br>What a price for such umbrella I would make a pay<br> <br>And the blessed rain kept gashing as if it just began<br>through all the compass of notes it ran<br>such a diapason closing full on me<br>Was there, is there ever a better way to be<br> <br>And so I walked with comely maid young and tall<br>She with such elegant and grace of gait that all<br>The crowd turned their heads as in greeting parade<br>They stopped for an instance what ever they made</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She saw me, I was smiling pleasantly<br>Quite plainly grateful for her beauteous courtesy<br>Observing which she lowered long lashes eyes and hushed<br>And like a budding rose all over blushed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I stood in wet streets long alone<br>My soul like the earth after the sun has gone<br>And it grew slowly cool and numb, drawing a darker hue<br>I mused what could had been but from my dreams no comfort drew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girl had gone and all the magic scene<br>Had vanished. Had that divine tracery been<br>No more than an instance of fantasy, rain on the land<br> I stood frozen lonely under an umbrella at my hand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gnawing my inwards like poisonous minerals so eagerly<br>Gone, gone was the spell, the charm and the mystery<br>Under that summer flood gorging down ferociously<br>Into Noach ark I would have prisoned ourselves eternally <br> <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>   Copy Rights 2010<br>   all rights reserved</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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A maid walked along into my wandering glance
So pretty, pure, and sprouting she was
under her feet the cobble stones lulled in a dance
 
Such a beautiful maid jumped into the street
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