<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418212" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Sky</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the sky turns dusky red<br>Only one star bright enough<br>You come to me, now and then</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of something rising up<br>All that’s left of history<br>Black and whites of dreams that once</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Couldn’t wait for Saturday<br>Couldn’t be without your hand<br>No such thing as shades of grey</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You and I knew where to stand<br>From the launchpad we were bound<br>Pretty swiftly into sand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having crashed we turned around<br>Got back on our feet again<br>Caught the next dream into town</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had so much time to spend<br>Wasting time and skimping on<br>All the things we might have learned</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One more winter’s day has gone<br>Not that things are clearer now<br>Looking back’s a kind of con</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Makes the real unreal somehow<br>All of us see different things<br>In the shadows, in the clouds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If we had the gift of wings<br>And the wit to travel through<br>All the songs nostalgia sings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where would you go flying to? <br>Would I really fly to you?</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> <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=418212" data-title="When The Sky de Jim Hogg" data-description="When the sky turns dusky red Only one star bright enough You come to me, now and then Out of something rising up All that’s left of history Black and whites of dreams that once Couldn’t wait for Saturday Couldn’t be without your hand No su..."></div> </div> </div>

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