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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A walk through the clouds! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walking through floating clouds in a vale; <br>Only sound of rushing water, as we exhale<br>Out the white smoke one day, early December.<br>With envy I watch hill folk walk at leisure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Panting, with sore hamstrings, how far<br>Is the water fall; it will take just about an hour<br>Don’t rush as the climb is steep all the way up.<br>We sat on the unpaved road – huffed and puffed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a walking stick, carefully took each step.<br>Plucked some wild flowers, saw some spider webs.<br>Looking at me, he said we are almost there, don’t frown.<br>If you wish we can catch our breath and sit down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take your time; we can’t give up after coming so far.<br>Suddenly we heard the gurgling sound of water.<br>He tucked a few wild flowers behind my ear<br>See, that wooden canopy; we are almost there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enraptured watched the water fall; it was icy cold.<br>I saw him take off his shoes and hurriedly jeans fold.<br>He pulled me and said come on let’s have a shower.<br>Sneazing, chilled to bones; hills joined in the laughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q>
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Only sound of rushing water, as we exhale
Out the white smoke one day, early December.
With envy I watch hill folk walk at leisure.

Panting, with sore hamstrings, how far
Is the water fall; it will take..."></div>
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