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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462485" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There are no more words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But those floating on the strokes<br>In which the dusk refuses to pain paint itself<br>And mud stains hidden that ooze down the brush<br>Unkempt movement of the set-them-free colours</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are no more words<br>But those heard in an ongoing movie in my head<br>That will stop once the pianists leave the keys<br>Playing themselves in little cushioned tips of pray<br>And a naked body art dancer steps aside once again<br>To let the music in before a final stroke</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It-s all us- the tune set in motion<br>Perpetum mobile of a broken heart<br>That sings itself until it cannot<br>That dances itself to the final beat<br>Just to move a step closer to an oasis<br>Always defined by a desert<br>The strength of a wish determined<br>By the lack of its realization here and now<br>It is for the future that we all are<br>Re-creation of our own desires and goals</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you may repeat endlessly<br>I am but a deception drawn each morning<br>Whenever I draw my eyes again<br>And paint my hands in flowers again<br>And smile at the mirror always fearless<br>Just to learn you are more real than ever<br>As there's a whole world spreading beyond <br>The horizons of your winged eyebrows<br>And a beat of freedom painted<br>In a single lowering of your eyelashes<br>To scratch a broken picture frame<br>And keep a token trace in a golden cup<br>Lift it higher and give some to the clouds to drink</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>
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