Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423538" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nature Is What You Dont See</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">nature is what we dont see<br>for instance the essence that pushes words out<br>for this poem fated for posterity<br>the birds that without fail<br>chirp at first light, morn breeze<br>the unseen clock working at the dot<br>nature is what we dont see<br>the nocturnal bloom, that folds itself<br>in the day, throws its fragrance<br>in the dead of night as lovers<br>hide in each others' bossoms<br>below the soft glare of the moon<br>centimetre by centimetre<br>it has inched forward to exhibit its <br>full blown majestry to the world<br>Nature is what we dont see<br>the shadow play master tilting the earth<br>the petals for its bloom dance<br>the successive cells here there<br>guided towards optimal functions<br>and that ogiasmic tremour<br>that shuttles the world round and round<br>nature is what you should not see<br>the formulas, secrets kept behind everything<br>that could get even einstein mad<br>in unveiling, explaining them<br>nature is what we all should not see<br>nor equipped to see<br>though it rambles through our every cell<br>like the worst of storm</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>
<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=423538" data-title="Nature Is What You Dont See de John Tiong Chunghoo" data-description="nature is what we dont see
for instance the essence that pushes words out
for this poem fated for posterity
the birds that without fail
chirp at first light, morn breeze
the unseen clock working at the dot
nature is what we dont see
the nocturnal ..."></div>
</div>
</div>