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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418143" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hidden Hearts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Imagine yourself in a woodland scene <br>by the verge of an old winding lane; <br>and circled around islands of green, <br>oceans of leaves rustling in waves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Picture the beech and the sitka spruce<br>reaching through shade to the dizzying sky, <br>with beams of sunshine lighting the broom, <br>and hardly a sound when the wood pigeons fly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ahead in the distance, through shadow and shine, <br>glints the White Loch’s shimmering blues, <br>a border of waves beyond chestnut and pine <br>and above it the castle in ruins. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A puzzle in brick from the second world war <br>catches the eye and confuses the brain. <br>It sits by the lane and tempts some to stop<br>where mostly these days serenity reigns; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">except in the hearts unburdened down here<br>by youth when love was a furious blaze.<br>Etched in the bark of some ancient trees: <br>initials of lovers in happier days -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">consigned to the trust of a living page. <br>Under the spell of some primitive urge -<br>something so deep that it had to be shared -<br>They told all the world they’d been captured by love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their carvings remind me when wandering here<br>of moments when feelings flowed fresh and pure <br>of times when it seemed there was nothing to fear. <br>It’s the unbroken thread of promise and truth </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the weaving of wonder, light and life: <br>we reach through shade to dizzying heights <br>for beams of sunlight to show the way through, <br>and blown on the winds that carry the leaves </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we dream beyond the shimmering blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jim+Hogg">Jim Hogg</a><div class=q>
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by the verge of an old winding lane; 
and circled around islands of green, 
oceans of leaves rustling in waves. 

Picture the beech and the sitka spruce
reaching through shade to the dizzying sky, 
with beams ..."></div>
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