<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462112" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Like He Was Love He Is/Kao On Sto Bio Je Ljubav Je On</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Being after the breath as if after the light<br>A butterfly chased by its wing<br>From the edge of the end pushed away removed<br>Burnt down by candles a road to sorrow path<br>To the beggars and begs a gown sewed for the sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knew neither hands nor touches<br>Neither the words nor the colour of his crown<br>Died for the beauty in an earthly pain<br>In a grave and verse not to die again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like he was love he is<br>A throne built for an endless possible</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like he was love he is<br>A throne built for an endless possible</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Za dahom ko za svjetlom<br>Leptir krilom gonjen<br>S ivice kraja odgurnut sklonjen<br>Spržen u svijećama<br>Sumor stazi put<br>Prosjaku i vrećama<br>Sašiven nebu skut</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nije znao ruke ni dodire<br>Nije znao riječi ni boju krune<br>Za ljepotu ginuv zemljano ponire<br>Grobom i stihom da opet ne trune</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kao on što bio je<br>Ljubav je on<br>Beskraju mogućeg sazidan tron</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kao on što bio je <br>Ljubav je on<br>Beskraju mogućeg sazidan tron</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=462112" data-title="Like He Was Love He Is/Kao On Sto Bio Je Ljubav Je On de Miroslava Odalovic" data-description="Being after the breath as if after the light A butterfly chased by its wing From the edge of the end pushed away removed Burnt down by candles a road to sorrow path To the beggars and begs a gown sewed for the sky He knew neither hands nor touche..."></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