<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458804" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hoary Memories In Winter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a day in january<br>in winter with hoary and grey clouds<br>the hoary thistles in the garden up over there<br>the hoary thistles with hoary poppies<br>the hoary frost on them<br>the hoary mist up and down<br>no finches, no birds of any kind<br>except the black crows and ravens<br>crowing up and there<br>hoaring covered everywhere<br>a hoary man strolles on them<br>with unsteady steps and paces<br>what is he after<br>what is he looking for<br>what is he searching<br>look at the ancient houses there<br>some tumbling down<br>some with plasters all gone<br>what the hoary man looks for<br>what is he after<br>his childhood may be<br>his memories may be<br>and his lost..gone mother..he tries to see<br>in this hoary mist<br>he has so missed<br>and longed for<br>he stopped in the hoary mist as if hearing a voice<br>calling<br>oh son..come on..come now the meal is ready<br>he felt himself playing in the hoary garden<br>this must be his mother call<br>addressing and calling him from above<br>calling him to her new home<br>cause she has missed him too<br>oh the hoary grasses<br>oh the hoary houses<br>oh the hoary man<br>oh the hoary woman<br>oh the hoary world<br>oh the hoary graves<br>oh the hoary memories<br>are we not approaching hoariness<br>why did we live so quickly<br>how did our lives finished and faded suddenly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">metin sahin</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Metin+Sahin">Metin Sahin</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=458804" data-title="The Hoary Memories In Winter de Metin Sahin" data-description="a day in january in winter with hoary and grey clouds the hoary thistles in the garden up over there the hoary thistles with hoary poppies the hoary frost on them the hoary mist up and down no finches, no birds of any kind except the black crows a..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black