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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Moon Hair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had the moon in her hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm sure its beams played there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because they loved her too</div><div style="margin:10px 0">transforming their own grey light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">indeed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">transforming light itself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from that smile of her's</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into noon at midnight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat there in moon-white</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her dress a sliver-white</div><div style="margin:10px 0">asking if I had a girl friend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her voice parting the Carolina night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I reply</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, not now...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You and she...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her voice trailed off</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I could only let</div><div style="margin:10px 0">silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">invade that space</div><div style="margin:10px 0">flummoxed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">by that question</div><div style="margin:10px 0">unable to speak</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because what I wanted to say</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was that I loved her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but could not; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she too embraced that silence<br>judging</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she had been forward</div><div style="margin:10px 0">taking my silence for embarrassment</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or worse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lack of interest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">retreating then behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that silent shroud</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we all sometimes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">draw over ourselves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when emotions are in doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her father called then</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I rose</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to leave for college</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that very next day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">never seeing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Opportunities</div><div style="margin:10px 0">its seems</div><div style="margin:10px 0">become real</div><div style="margin:10px 0">only when</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are prepared to leap</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into the moonlight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dark</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and embrace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">silver hearts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at their offering</div><div style="margin:10px 0">call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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I'm sure its beams played there

because they loved her too

transforming their own grey light

indeed

transforming light itself

from that smile of her's

into noon at midnight.

She sat there in moon-white

her dre..."></div>
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