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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Look In The Mirror</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words modulate like fleeing wind<br>Her body is a pagan temple<br>Time bargains with the precipice<br>Ebullient piano of Chopin<br>Sorrow is only soothed with hope<br>Her pagan eyes only offer pleasure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eastern Europe calls the eagles<br>Jerusalem is my sacred city<br>The lamp of my father remains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fields as green as Eden<br>Stalin will never rest<br>Ukrainian sunflowers grow<br>Prague and Kafka grow<br>Dostoevsky is a candle<br>Warsaw shines </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These roots cannot die or I die<br>Self discovery is a spiritual road<br>Chameleons die lonely<br>Emerge with your own color<br>Shed all false identity<br>Quit hiding behind flags<br>Quit hiding behind banners<br>Quit hiding behind political masks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tears, nervous breakdowns<br>Psychosomatic illnesses<br>Self pity<br>A sense of dread<br>Existential excuses<br>Outcasts<br>Some kill themselves<br>Some bury themselves in alcohol<br>Some use sex<br>Some make money and hide<br>Some wear religious robes<br>Some wear masks of artists and poets<br>They think they leave a legacy<br>They try too make themselves important<br>Some join beauty contests<br>Some show their intellect and puff up<br>Some show their sores<br>Only the broken can be made whole<br>Pride collects trophies<br>Wants the last word<br>Pretends to be teachers<br>All an act, a game, a charade<br>The first shall be last</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only who we love is important<br>The least you do onto these<br>Let your right hand not see what the left does<br>When you pray don't pray as the hypocrites<br>When you fast don't fast as the hypocrites<br>They have recieved their reward<br>They love to be seen<br>When you pray enter into your closet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The image of God defiled<br>Look deep in the mirror</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Narusiewicz">Joseph Narusiewicz</a><div class=q>
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Her body is a pagan temple
Time bargains with the precipice
Ebullient piano of Chopin
Sorrow is only soothed with hope
Her pagan eyes only offer pleasure

Eastern Europe calls the eagles
Jerusalem is my sacred city..."></div>
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