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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422506" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Asian Gold - Sari, Cheongsam and Kimono</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saris, they hold on to you<br>lady, like ruby, making you <br>one bastion of womanhood<br>as you walk sultrily down <br>the street, carrying the weight<br>of India's savoir-faire round <br>your belly and hip, your shawl<br>my heart, cruising and frolicking<br>all the way to the temple</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they are a wear inspired by<br>the Gods, Shiva, Krishna, <br>Brahma, Laskmi and Saraswati</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they flow with grace like angels<br>and they hold on to you like<br>an altar fit for the abode of the Divine<br>and when you set your body to dance <br>the Sari is all heavenly grace<br>swirling and twirling the world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cheongsam your hip that goes <br>up and down the street makes<br>this wear shoulder to toe a golden<br>measure of womanhood and all<br>the assets that it carries with<br>a fine balance slit in between<br>for the prime mover of the house<br>to comport with ease without<br>sacrificing her poise, her gait</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they are meant to hold your <br>gaze, soothe your heart<br>and perhaps inspire your spirit<br>as she resolutely walks you <br>down five thousand years of <br>the resilience of her civilisation<br>like the leverage of her wear<br>united, torn, united, torn<br>victory, defeat, victory defeat<br>at the hands of near and afar<br>yet taking all in her articulate stride <br>with just a slit at the helm of her gown <br>to keep her from falling over</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kimono - they say japanese<br>carried this back from Tang's <br>China but what a magnificent<br>adaptation it has made in<br>the land of the rising Sun<br>the Obi that so meticulously<br>and warmly holds up a Japanese <br>nubile at the back as she <br>celebrates her coming of age <br>a shroud so close to the mother's waist<br>it carries the warmest memory <br>every child could have of mother<br>how they have clung on to her <br>from behind as she asked<br>'Do you love mom? Do you love mom? '<br>under the profuse spring cherry blossom</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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lady, like ruby, making you 
one bastion of womanhood
as you walk sultrily down 
the street, carrying the weight
of India's savoir-faire round 
your belly and hip, your shawl
my heart, cruising and frolicking
all the way..."></div>
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