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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The calendar-dated joy<br>The alarm waking breath<br>The nine-month expectation<br>The delicacy of a rose<br>The coarseness of a leaf<br>The destined seasons<br>The place of the dayspring<br>Harmattan's and winter's dry and chill<br>Autumn, as the leaves leave home and hit the ground<br>The trees say goodbye as you fall<br>Summer, your sun's glory days<br>Rain, God's crying ways, your pain aches<br>Spring, the flowers they bloom and so do you <br>Music, the hemoglobin of my heart<br>The acoustic guitar, the violin...<br>Words, spoken few, written more<br>Three words that makes all the difference<br>Killed some, healed some, made some<br>God, my lifetime dated lover<br>The life-timed goodbye, death<br>Leaves the soil wetter <br>Turns the light on for those it takes<br>Dims the lamp for those behind<br>The winds, ah, the winds<br>The North wind brought you in nine months<br>And pours on you the grace to live<br>And shines on you the light that will guide you back North<br>The East wind, brought love your way<br>Hope you loved deeply and truly? <br>The healing, the rising of your sun<br>The making of the you, you are<br>The West wind, it sets your sun <br>The pain, the love lost, the darkness<br>The loss, the aching sea, the grief<br>The South wind, the calender-dated end<br>Pulling down the poster of the nine-month gift<br>Ending the sojourn on the countryside<br>The last string of the violin<br>The last note of a song<br>Did you dance while the song was playing? <br>Did you hear the music or at least feel your heart beat<br>Me, you, we, are waiting for a purpose to rise<br>The calender-dated joy<br>Your wedding day, graduation, golden anniversary<br>Are you happy today? <br>Were you with joy as each wind blew<br>I wasn't, I'm not...I'm wrong<br>Each wind plays a song<br>Tells a story...listen...its the story of life<br>And there's a hand offering to dance<br>To dance, oh, to dance with you <br>To the song of all songs<br>To sway with you as each wind blows<br>To be your joy every day in your calendar<br>He's the one who cried the rain <br>That you may blossom in summer<br>Who wants to keep you warmer than warm in winter's cruel<br>And when the South wind blows its last<br>The winds have stopped<br>Plays the last note of that beautiful song<br>He named...your life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jenim+Dibie">Jenim Dibie</a><div class=q>
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The alarm waking breath
The nine-month expectation
The delicacy of a rose
The coarseness of a leaf
The destined seasons
The place of the dayspring
Harmattan's and winter's dry and chill
Autumn, as the leaves leave home and h..."></div>
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