<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Within The Shadowedges Of The Light</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For those Who never sang a song.<br>For those no letter even read from alphabet.<br>For those who never moved some paint on Canvas, <br>a world was left eclosed in them, <br>a world from which we could enjoy, <br>did they not sing a song, <br>a silent song within the rain, <br>did they not offer tea in bed<br>at morning rise surprise us with some oranges<br>as if we were just born? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They don't have the courage from behind great names<br>nor need them to remind us.<br>Forth they live in every tiny branch<br>and all nature's silent gestures.<br>In Solomon's songs, but too in silence<br>they surely can be heard.<br>In a Rilke's commemoration Choir<br>or behind Hafiz' silky curtains, <br>or out of silenced hands from refugees<br>after the Burn they rise from circled ashes<br>in tender small curly rings, 'hear them sing! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For those who never sang they could sing well.<br>I've never seen their faces but in the many lively traces<br>and windows on the way, I recognise their poems, <br>and forth I move with pride for them, for let us be true<br>-a moment silence- for the gems of mankind we suddenly find<br>within the shadowedges of the light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Madrason+writer">Madrason writer</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=451074" data-title="Within The Shadowedges Of The Light de Madrason writer" data-description="For those Who never sang a song. For those no letter even read from alphabet. For those who never moved some paint on Canvas, a world was left eclosed in them, a world from which we could enjoy, did they not sing a song, a silent song within t..."></div> </div> </div>

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