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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448601" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Pipes Are Still: The Poets Lament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have given what I knew to give<br> placed my 'x' on the written page<br> yet the written words there have proven to be incomprensible<br> to those I had written them for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I place fruit on the table<br> for mouths which sour<br> and see them brown-spot and fade; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> I lift my heart strings<br> allow my music to sing<br> and yet receive back only half notes<br> but I none the less complete my songs<br> in my own head; lay them out allowing their blood to let.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mark my pages lonelier than they should be<br>for consummation and soul-singing is sometimes that goal which eludes<br>and the fault lies with no one, except blind chance and cringing solitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So like Pan we all sometimes play our pipes, wander in the woods<br>hoping yet<br>our songs will resonate a yore<br>in time<br>among those souls<br>who wander the woods of life<br>after we are gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Til then<br> let's take solace<br> in lonely climes and solitary writings<br> comforted only by our own song<br> even if we are the only ones whom<br> by them<br>are heard, <br>heeded<br>and loved.</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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