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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dream - Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">dream - love<br>his brush<br>swept <br>through <br>the canvas<br>the skill<br>of a ballet<br>dancer<br>round, twirl, <br>trailing<br>my bodice<br>wave <br>and wave<br>of water<br>colours<br>a world <br>livened up<br>me taking <br>shape<br>wave<br>after wave<br>of his strokes<br>i sat<br>nakedly<br>amused<br>at <br>those <br>wild strokes<br>seeking<br>ways to <br>preserve <br>me <br>for posterity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">inspired by</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dream-Love<br>Young Love lies sleeping<br>In May-time of the year, <br>Among the lilies, <br>Lapped in the tender light: <br>White lambs come grazing, <br>White doves come building there: <br>And round about him<br>The May-bushes are white.<br>Soft moss the pillow<br>For oh, a softer cheek; <br>Broad leaves cast shadow<br>Upon the heavy eyes: <br>There wind and waters<br>Grow lulled and scarcely speak; <br>There twilight lingers<br>The longest in the skies.<br>Young Love lies dreaming; <br>But who shall tell the dream? <br>A perfect sunlight<br>On rustling forest tips; <br>Or perfect moonlight<br>Upon a rippling stream; <br>Or perfect silence, <br>Or song of cherished lips.<br>Burn odours round him<br>To fill the drowsy air; <br>Weave silent dances<br>Around him to and fro; <br>For oh, in waking<br>The sights are no so fair, <br>And song and silence<br>Are not like these below.<br>Young Love lies dreaming<br>Till summer days are gone, - <br>Dreaming and drowsing<br>Away to perfect sleep: <br>He sees the beauty<br>Sun hath not looked upon, <br>And tastes the fountain<br>Unutterably deep.<br>Him perfect music<br>Doth hush unto his rest, <br>And through the pauses<br>The perfect silence calms: <br>Oh, poor the voices<br>Of earth from east to west, <br>And poor earth's stillness<br>Between her stately palms.<br>Young Love lies drowsing<br>Away to poppied death; <br>Cool shadows deepen<br>Across the sleeping face: <br>So fails the summer<br>With warm delicious breath; <br>And what hath autumn<br>To give us in its place? <br>Draw close the curtains<br>Of branched evergreen; <br>Change cannot touch them<br>With fading fingers sere: <br>Here first the violets<br>Perhaps with bud unseen, <br>And a dove, may be, <br>Return to nestle here. <br>Dante Gabriel Rossetti</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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his brush
swept 
through 
the canvas
the skill
of a ballet
dancer
round, twirl, 
trailing
my bodice
wave 
and wave
of water
colours
a world 
livened up
me taking 
shape
wave
after wave
of his strokes
i sat
nakedly
amused
at 
those 
wi..."></div>
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