<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our sliding existence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think it is the shadow of a sound<br>It seems to be so real<br>I'm in the prison of my mind<br>I think I hear the rude rain-drops <br>Shrieking on the asphalt, <br>It seems to be only the eaves drip<br>Or maybe the clatter of hoof-clipped stones<br>And scrape of gravel down.<br>I saw a light, I think it is a thunder light <br>It's seems to be only an electrical explosion<br>I open the window and I see everything unclear outside<br>I think it is the smoke from a burning building <br>It seems to be only fog in the air<br>I think you hair smells like imperial lily flowers <br>It seems that the lily blooms <br>So beautifully in the cup when steeped<br>In front of our window<br>I'm in the prison of my mind<br>In our sliding existence</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marieta+Maglas">Marieta Maglas</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=454079" data-title="Our sliding existence de Marieta Maglas" data-description="I think it is the shadow of a sound It seems to be so real I'm in the prison of my mind I think I hear the rude rain-drops Shrieking on the asphalt, It seems to be only the eaves drip Or maybe the clatter of hoof-clipped stones And scrape of gra..."></div> </div> </div>

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