<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I (Under) Stood There</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood there<br>understood there<br>a moment<br>of writing butterflies<br>onto the grass bladed skin<br>forever gone<br>the remnants patched the sadness<br>the scar upon the face of an early rise<br>when no one heard<br>how flowers were screaming<br>at many coloured people<br>with many shaded talks<br>just passing by<br>with multiple eyes<br>resting on some play else<br>till they found<br>a grasshopper way behind<br>the starting line of all their races<br>who merely hopped and made no traces<br>with too many hands clocked<br>unclocking the hands of time<br>already strangling their idols<br>was that Diana they were hunting<br>who weaved the black carpet for a white horse<br>tame at her hand the bow and arrow<br>resting at the side of Crone<br>was that Aphrodite they raped<br>among the white foams of the black waters<br>who cried red tears for the blue of the sky<br>where Zeus powerless dwelled<br>looking for God to pray to<br>watching me stand there<br>my moment as short as a butterfly's life<br>forever in love with a grasshoppers silence<br>we ate together<br>neatly spun webs of times<br>and still i wonder if this moment...<br>was it mine<br>the starting line of all their races<br>was that I<br>who merely hopped and made no traces</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Miroslava+Odalovic">Miroslava Odalovic</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=461962" data-title="I (Under) Stood There de Miroslava Odalovic" data-description="I stood there understood there a moment of writing butterflies onto the grass bladed skin forever gone the remnants patched the sadness the scar upon the face of an early rise when no one heard how flowers were screaming at many coloured people wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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