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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Japanese tear</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her curved lip struck, shining in late light.<br>While she was coming to nothing.<br>The big wave was clothed only in its sound<br>And the earth's withered bark<br>Was pushing very strong the life’s water, <br>While hoarding the days<br>And keeping the water's life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Late lily curved over its stricken lips<br>Taking out at the last sliver of light<br>The bulk of time<br>And the whole white in waiting.<br>It pierced my wood's woven shade, <br>Lullabied by the late lily, <br>Planted in the brood of the wave's mystery, <br>That brood of the late low light<br>Flaming invisible tongue of flames<br>With water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Like those lilies which are still lullabied<br>Are notched the white ubiquitous crosses<br>Speaking in the mother earth's tongue<br>Whitening wood's woven waters<br>Before crossing the notch<br>And ascending to Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They had been raising<br>On lost waved ways looking so wounded<br>And their speed was notched with the cross<br>While they seethed singing their song<br>For the ruin of time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They became only voices<br>Being clothed in their groan<br>Impressing the withered bark<br>Of their exhausted mother earth<br>Losing their water of life<br>In water<br>For being elsewhere deeply buried, <br>Maybe in hotness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Living their last seconds<br>Like dying<br>Or maybe eating the grey stones<br>For becoming grey<br>Or for becoming stones, <br>They still keep in our minds<br>Their heavy weight of groan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the pale planet<br>Is fissuring the wound<br>Of its stumbling block, <br>While the pale planet<br>Is crisping the air in its icy breathes, <br>And sowing its sorrow in its new seed<br>Of winds, which blow and down all the grey<br>From the overcast shadows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With an eternal starvation of souls<br>The blackness fills its inside<br>And pink bleeding clouds<br>Redden the dreary rain<br>Waiting the rainbow of hope.</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>
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While she was coming to nothing.
The big wave was clothed only in its sound
And the earth's withered bark
Was pushing very strong the life’s water, 
While hoarding the days
And keeping the water's li..."></div>
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